Hello Mr s. 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 fisting
with a backsliding Christian
in a neighborhood bar
Well yes, that's my bottle
and yes, that's my glass
And I see your eye fallin',
this pretty young lass
It ain't none of your business,
yes she's with me
And we don't need no sermon,
you self -righteous wo man
Just let us be
The Lord knows I'm drinkin'
And runnin' 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
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 drinkin'
and runnin' around
And 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's
gonna have us
a good talk later tonight
Yes, me and the good Lord's
gonna have us
a good talk later tonight