| Man made the buildings that reach for the sky | |
| And man made the motorcar and learned how to fly | |
| But he didn't make the flowers and he didn't make the trees | |
| And he didn't make you and he didn't make me | |
| And he got no right to turn us into machines | |
| He's got no right at all | |
| 'Cause we are all God's children | |
| And he got no right to change us | |
| Oh, we gotta go back the way the good lord made us all | |
| Don't want this world to change me | |
| I wanna go back the way the good lord made me | |
| Same lungs that he gave me to breath with | |
| Same eyes he gave me to see with | |
| Oh, the rich man, the poor man, the saint and the sinner | |
| The wise man, the simpleton, the loser and the winner | |
| We are all the same to Him | |
| Stripped of our clothes and all the things we own | |
| The day that we are born | |
| We are all God's children | |
| And they got no right to change us | |
| Oh, we gotta go back the way the good lord made | |
| Oh, the good lord made us all | |
| And we are all his children | |
| And they got no right to change us | |
| Oh, we gotta go back the way the good lord made us all | |
| Yeah, we gotta go back the way the good lord made us all |