Deliver Your Children - Paul McCartney, Wings

Well, the rain was a-failin'

And the ground turned to mud

I was watching all the people

Running from the flood

So I started to pray

Though I ain’t no prayin' man

For the lord to come a-helpin'

Knowing he’d understand

Deliver your children to the good good life

Give 'em peace and shelter and a fork and knife

Shine a light in the morning and a light at night

And if a thing goes wrong you’d better make it right

Well, I had me a woman

She was good and clean

She spent all day

With the washing machine

But when it come to lovin'

She was never around

She was out getting dirty

All over town

Well, I was low on money

And my truck broke down

I was on my way

To the lost and found

So I took it to a dealer

I said make it run

Well, I ain’t got no money

But I got me a gun

I said you robbed me before

So I’m robbing you back

And if it don’t put you straight

It’ll put you on the right track

Well, I ain’t no devil

And I ain’t no saint

But I can tell a dealer

By the colour of his paint

If you want good eggs

You gotta feed that hen

And if you wanna hear some more

Well, I’ll sing it again