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 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 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 The Lord knows I'm drinking (The Lord knows I'm drinking) And running around (And running around) And He don't need your Loud mouth informing the town The Lord knows I'm sinning (The Lord knows I'm sinning) And sinning ain't right (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 (The Lord knows I'm drinking) And running around (And running around) And He don't need your Loud mouth informing the town The Lord knows I'm sinning (The Lord knows I'm sinning) And sinning ain't right (And sinning ain't right) But me and the Good Lord's gonna Have us a good talk later tonight