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
I see you're eye balling this man you call trash

It ain't none of your bus'ness
But, yes he'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's 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...