Red Jack Music

WHY DO BAD THINGS HAPPEN (TO GOOD PEOPLE)?

Tony was the kind of man I'd like to be,
His heart was light, his spirit was free.
He had a good word for everyone,
I still can't believe that he has gone away.

Tell me why, tell me why, tell me
Why do bad things happen to good people?
Tell me why, tell me why, tell me
Why do bad things happen to good people?

He was on his way home, he'd been workin' late,
His wife was worried, it was well after eight.
He sat down on a bench an' closed his eyes;
In a busy street, but all alone, he died.

I think it was the thing that hurt his friends,
That none of us was with him at the end.
Stranger's hands carried him away,
I wonder if one of them paused a while to say:

But that's the way of the world, Tony would've said.
It's not a whim of God that strikes us dead:
Cause an' effect must take their course -
You can either believe that or somethin' worse.