Lyrics Deliver Your Children - Paul McCartney, Wings

Deliver Your Children

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