The Lord Knows I'm Drinkin'

Hello Ms. Johnson,
you self-righteous woman,
Sunday School teacher, what brings you out slummin'?
Do you reckon the preacher would approve where you are?
Standing here fistin' a back-slidin' Christian in a neighborhood bar.
Well yeah, that’s my bottle, and yeah that’s my glass
And I see you’re eyeballin' my sweet little ass
That ain’t none of your business, but yes, she’s with me
So leave us alone you self-righteous woman, just let us be
The Lord knows I’m drinkin' and runnin' around
He don’t need your loud mouth informin' the town
The Lord knows I’m sinnin' and sinnin' ain’t right
But me and the Good Lord are havin' a good talk later tonight.
Goodby Ms. Johnson, you self-righteous bitty
I don’t need your preachin', I don’t need your pity
So back to whatever you hypcrites do
And just be nice and I’ll put in a good word later for you
The Lord knows I’m drinkin' and runnin' around
He don’t need your loud mouth informin' the town
The Lord knows I’m sinnin' and sinnin' ain’t right
But me and the Good Lord are havin' a good talk later tonight
Yeah, my and the Good Lord are havin' a good talk later tonight