The Lord Knows I'm Drinking

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Hello Mrs. Johnson, you self righteous biddie

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Sunday School teacher, what brings you out slummin?

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Do you reckon the preacher would approve where you are

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Standing here visiting with a back-sliding Christian in a neighborhood bar

Well, yes that's my bottle and yes that's my glass

And I see you're eye-ballin' this pretty young lass

Ain't none of your business but yes, she's with me

And we don't need your sermon you self-righteous woman, just let us be
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Well the Lord knows I'm drinkin' and runnin' around

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And I don't need your loud mouth informin' the town

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The Lord knows I'm sinnin' and sinnin' ain't right

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But me and the good Lord's gonna have us a good talk later tonight
Solo

Goodbye Mrs. Johnson, you self-righteous biddy
I don't need your preachin' 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

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