paroles de chanson It Aint Wrong - Cold Chisel

It ain't wrong to steal a Bible
When you're poor and feeling low
There's no sense in those reliable
Lookin' down on those less so
'Cause there's room at Jesus' table
For all to come and go
Because the host ain't quite as formal as some believe

You know Jesus was a wanderer
And the highway was his call
And his feet sometimes wore bandages
And his following was small
But his faith shone like a Ronson
On the subway station wall
He made it, and with his helping
I can make it too, yeah

Well, the Lord shall be my shepherd
Through the thick times and the thin
From the week end's queue for payroll
To the landlord's easy grin
And through the nights so cold and lonely
I just don't know where I've been
Yes, he will guide my footsteps homeward every time, yes
Yes, he will guide my footsteps homeward every time