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 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 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

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

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

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

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