D# Gm7 F D# Oh, the mud-splattered victims D# Gm7 F D# Have to pray out all along the ancient highway D# Gm7 F D# Torn between half-truth and victimization D# Gm7 F D# Fighting back with counter attacks Chorus: D# A# F D# It's when that rough God goes riding D# A# F D# When the rough God goes gliding D# A# F D# And then rough God goes riding F A# D# A# F Riding on in I was flabbergasted by the headlines People in glass houses throwing stones Gaping wounds that will never heal Now they're moaning like a dog in a manger Chorus: 'Cause when that rough God goes riding And then 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? Chorus: When that rough God goes riding When that rough God goes gliding There'll be nobody hiding When that rough God goes riding on in Riding on in When that rough God goes 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, riding on in Riding on in Riding on in Riding on in Riding on in Riding on in | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA# D# F Gm7 |