Текст песни The Lord Knows I'm Drinkin'

The Lord Knows Ia€™m Drinkina€™

Hello, Mrs. Johnson, you self righteous woman
Sunday School teacher, what brings you out slummina€™
Do you reckon the preacher would approve
Where you are
Standina€™ here, visiting with a back slidina€™ Christian
In a neighborhood bar

Well, yes thata€™ s my bottle and yes, thata€™s
My glass
And I see youa€™re eyeballina€™ this pretty young lass
It aina€™t none of your business, but yes, shea€™s
With me
And we dona€™t need no sermon, you self
Righteous woman
Just let us be
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(Chorus)
The Lord knows Ia€™m drinkina€™, and runnina€™ around
And he dona€™t need your loud mouth
Informina€™ the town
The Lord knows Ia€™m sinnina€™, and sinnina€™
Aina€™t right
But me and the good Lorda€™s gonna have us a good talk
Later tonight

Goodbye, Mrs. Johnson, you self righteous biddy
I dona€™t need your preachina€™, and I dona€™t
Need your pity
So, go back to whatever, you hypocrite you
And when I talk to Heaven, then I said Ia€™ll put in a good
Word for you

(Repeat chorus)