Cold Chisel - It Ain't Wrong lyrics

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 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 the twelve-fifteen On the subway station wall He made it, and with his helping I can make it too And the Lord shall be my shepherd Through the thick times and the thin From the weeks' end queue for payroll To the landlord's easy grin Through the nights so cold and lonely I just don't know where I've been He will guide my footsteps homeward once again