I was walking through the counters of a national concern
And a cash machine was spitting by my shoulder


And I saw the multitude of faces, honest, rich and clean
As the merchandise exchanged and money roared
And a woman hot with worry slyly slipped a tin of stewing

steak
Into the paper bag at her side
And her face was white with fear in case her actions were

observed
So she closed her eyes to keep her conscience blind


Crying
"God knows I'm good
God knows I'm good

God knows I'm good
God may look the other way today


God knows I'm good
God knows I'm good
God knows I'm good

God may look the other way today"

Then she moved toward the exit clutching tightly at her paper

bag
Perspiration trickled down her forehead
And her heart it leapt inside her as the hand laid on her

shoulder
She was led away bewildered and amazed
Through her deafened ears the cash machines were shrieking on

the counter
As her escort asked her softly
for her name

And a crowd of honest people rushed to help a tired old lady
Who had fainted to the whirling
wooden floor


Crying
"God knows I'm good

God knows I'm good
God knows I'm good
Surely God won't look

the other way

God knows I'm good

God knows I'm good
God knows I'm good
Surely God won't look

the other way"