Letra de 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 eye balling 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 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