| Hello Ms. Johnson,
|
| you self-righteous woman,
|
| Sunday School teacher, what brings you out slummin'?
|
| Do you reckon the preacher would approve where you are?
|
| Standing here fistin' a back-slidin' Christian in a neighborhood bar.
|
| Well yeah, that’s my bottle, and yeah that’s my glass
|
| And I see you’re eyeballin' my sweet little ass
|
| That ain’t none of your business, but yes, she’s with me
|
| So leave us alone you self-righteous woman, just let us be
|
| The Lord knows I’m drinkin' and runnin' around
|
| 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 are havin' a good talk later tonight.
|
| Goodby Ms. Johnson, you self-righteous bitty
|
| I don’t need your preachin', I don’t need your pity
|
| So back to whatever you hypcrites do
|
| And just be nice and I’ll put in a good word later for you
|
| The Lord knows I’m drinkin' and runnin' around
|
| 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 are havin' a good talk later tonight
|
| Yeah, my and the Good Lord are havin' a good talk later tonight |