Rough God Goes Riding Songtext
von Van Morrison & Shana Morrison

Oh the mud splattered victims
Have to pay out all along the ancient highway
Torn between half truth and victimisation
Fighting back with counter attacks

When that rough God goes riding
When the rough Gos goes gliding
There'll be no one hiding
And then rough God goes riding
Riding on in

I was flabbergasted by the headlines
People in glasshouses throwing stones
Gaping wounds that will never heal
Now they're moaning like a dog in a manger

When that rough God goes riding
When then the rough God goes gliding
There'll be nobody hiding
When that rough God comes riding on in
Riding on in


Well it's a matter of survival
When you're born with your back against the wall
Won't somebody hand me my bible?
Won't you give me that total free number to call?

When that rough God goes riding
When then that rough God goes gliding
They'll be nobody hiding
When that rough God goes riding on in
Riding on in
There'll be no more heroes
They'll be reduced to zero
When that rough God goes riding
Riding on in
Riding on in
Riding on in
Riding on in
"Just like Jessy James"
Riding on in
"Just like Buddy Akey"
Riding on in
"Just like Wild Bill"
Riding on in
Riding on in