The Lord Knows I'm Drinking

Verse 1
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

Verse 2
Well, yes, that's my bottle,
And, yes, that's my glass
And I see you're eyeballing,
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

Chorus:
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's gonna
Have us a good talk later tonight

Instrumental Refrain/Turnaround

Verse 3:
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

Chorus (twice)