Cal Smith - 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