[ Предположительная тональность: Bb ] From: Robert Sin Bb F Eb Oh the mud splattered victims Bb F Eb Have to pay out all along the ancient highway Bb F Eb Torn between half truth and victimisation Bb F Eb Fighting back with counter attacks Bb F Eb It's when that rough god goes riding Bb F Eb When the rough god goes gliding Bb F Eb And then rough god goes riding Bb F Eb Riding on in I was flabbergasted by the headlines People in glasshouses throwing stones Gaping wounds that will never heal Now they're moaning like a dog in a manger It's when that rough god goes riding And then the rough god goes gliding There'll be nobody hiding When that rough god comes riding on in And it's a matter of survival When you're born with your back against the wall Won't somebody hand me a bible Won't you give me that number to call When that rough god goed riding And then that rough god goes gliding They'll be nobody hiding When that rough god goes riding on in Riding on in When that rough god goed riding When that rough god goes gliding There'll be nobody hiding When that rough god goes riding on in Riding on in There'll be no more heroes They'll be reduced to zero When that rough god goes riding Riding on in Riding on in Riding on in
https://primoaccordo.net/van-morrison/rough-god-goes-riding.htm