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I was wal king through the cou nters of a nat ional conce rn
And a c ash machine was sp itting by my sho ulder
And I sa w the mult itude of faces hone st rich and clea n
As the mer chandise excha nged and money roa red
And a woman / hot with worry slyly slip / ped a tin of a stewing steak
In to the paper b ag at her sid e
And her fa ce was white with f ear i n case her act ions were obs erved
So she clos ed her eyes to ke ep her conscience bli nd
Crying "Go d knows I'm go od Go d kn ows I 'm good
Go d knows I'm go od Go d may look the ot her w ay toda y
G od knows I'm go od Go d kn ows I 'm good
Go d knows I'm go od Go d may look the ot her w ay toda y"
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" Hey!