Rough God Goes Riding - Live

Van Morrison. Here you go. Van Morrison.

Oh, the mud-splattered victims

Have to pray all along the ancient highway

Torn between half-truth and victimisation

Fighting back with counter attacks

It's when that rough God goes riding

When the rough God goes gliding

There'll be nobody hiding

When that rough God comes riding on in

I was flabbergasted by the headlines

People in glass houses throwing stones

Oh, gaping wounds that will never heal

Now they're moaning like a dog in a manger (Ow ow ow ow ow ow-ooh)

When that rough God goes riding (Clipety-clop, clipety)

When that rough God goes gliding (Clipety-clop, clipety-clop)

There'll be nobody hiding

When the rough God comes riding on in

Riding on in, riding on in (Riding on in)[Saxophone Duet]

And 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 toll-free number to call?

When that rough God goes riding

When that rough God goes gliding

There'll be nobody hiding

When that rough God goes riding on in

Riding on in (Riding on in)

Just like 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

Riding on in (Just like Jesse James)

Riding on in (Just like Billy the Kid)

Riding on in (Just like Wild Bill)

Riding on in

Riding on in

Riding on in

Riding on in (Just like Jesse James)

Riding on in (Just like Billy the Kid)

Riding on in

Riding on in

Riding on—

Amen