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
Standin' here, visitin' with a back slidin' Christian
In a neighbourhood 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 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

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