The Lord Knows I'm Drinkin' Lyrics

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 a backsliding Christian
In a neighborhood bar

Well, yeah, that's my bottle
And that's my glass
And I see you're eyeballing
My sweet, little lass
It 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 drinking
And running around
He don't need your loud mouth
Informing the town
The Lord knows I'm sinning
And sinning it right
But me and the good Lord
Are having a good talk, later tonight

Yeah
Ooo
Ah
Ow
Go
Come on, play that thing.

Goodbye, Mrs. Johnson
Your self-righteous pity
I don't need your preaching
I don't need your pity
So, go back to whatever
You hypocrites do
And just be nice
And I'll put in a good word later, for you

The Lord knows I'm drinking (The Lord knows I'm drinking)
And running around (And running around)
He don't need your loud mouth (He don't need your loud mouth)
Informing the town
The Lord knows I'm sinning (The Lord knows I'm sinning)
And sinning it right (And sinning it right)
But me and the good Lord
Are having a good talk, later tonight (later tonight
Yeah, me and the good Lord
Are having a good talk, later tonight
Yeah, ah, yes. Hit it.