Cal Smith - The Lord Knows I'm Drinking lyrics

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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

[CHORUS]

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

[Repeat CHORUS]<br />

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