The Lord Knows I'm Drinking

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Hello Mrs. Johnson, you self 
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righteous biddie

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Sunday School teacher, what brings 
you out slummin?

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Do you reckon the preacher would 
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approve where you are

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Standing here visiting with a 
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back-sliding Christian in a 
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neighborhood bar

Well, yes that's my bottle and yes 
that's my glass

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And I see you're eye-ballin' this 
pretty young lass

Ain't none of your business but yes,
 she's with me

And we don't need your sermon you 
self-righteous woman, just let us be
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Well the Lord knows I'm drinkin' 
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and runnin' around

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And I don't need your loud mouth 
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informin' the town

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The Lord knows I'm sinnin' and 
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sinnin' ain't right

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But me and the good Lord's gonna 
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have us a good talk later tonight
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Goodbye Mrs. Johnson, you 
self-righteous biddy
I don't need your preachin' 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

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