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Well I know a preacher he's a real good man He speaks from The Good Book and his hand And helps all people when he can But me and God don't need a middle man Well I found God in a soft woman's hair A long days work and a good sittin' chair The ups and downs of the treble clef lines And five miles ago on an interstate sign My God, my God and I don't need a middle man My God, my God and I don't need a middle man Now I don't doubt that The Good Book is true What's right for me may not be right for you To church on Sunday I'll stand beside All the hurtin' people with the fear in their eyes And I thank the Lord for the country land Just like Paul I thank him for my hands And I don't know if my soul is safe Sometimes I use curse words when I pray My God, my God and I don't need a middle man My God, my God and I don't need a middle man My God, my God and I don't need a middle man My God, my God and I don't need a middle man Aus Songtexte Mania