The Lord Knows I'm Drinking

Hello Mrs Johnson, you self righteous woman

Sunday school teacher, what brings you out slummin'

Do you reckon the preacher would approve where you are

Standin' here, visitin' with a back-slidin' Christian in a neighborhood bar

Well, yes, that's my bottle and yes, that's my glass

And I see you're eyeballin', this pretty young lass

It ain't none of your business but yes, she's with me

And we don't need no sermon, you self-righteous woman just let us be

The Lord knows I'm drinkin' and runnin' around

And He don't need your loud mouth informin' the town

The Lord knows I'm sinnin' and sinnin' ain't right

But me and the good Lord's gonna have us a good talk later tonight

Goodbye, Mrs.Johnson, you self-righteous biddy

I don't need your preachin' and I don't need your pity

So, go back to whatever, you hypocrites do

And when I talk to Heaven, be nice and I'll put in a good word for you

The Lord knows I'm drinkin' and runnin' around

And He don't need your loud mouth informin' the town

The Lord knows I'm sinnin' and sinnin' ain't right

But me and the good Lord's gonna have us a good talk later tonight