The Lord Knows I'm Drinking

Hello Mrs. Johnson

You self-righteous woman

Sunday School teacher

What brings you out slumming?

Do you reckon the preacher

Would approve where you are?

Standing here visiting with a back-sliding Christian

In a neighborhood bar

Well, yes, that's my bottle

And, yes, that's my glass

And I see your eye balling

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 drinking and running around (The Lord knows I'm drinking and running around)

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

The Lord knows I'm sinning and sinning ain't right (The Lord knows I'm sinning and sinning ain't right)

But me and the Good Lord gonna have us a good talk

Later tonight

Goodbye Mrs. Johnson

You self-righteous biddy

I don't need your preaching

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 drinking and running around (The Lord knows I'm drinking and running around)

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

The Lord knows I'm sinning and sinning ain't right (The Lord knows I'm sinning and sinning ain't right)

But me and the Good Lord gonna have us a good talk

Later tonight