Letras
Hello Mrs Johnson, you self righteous woman
Sunday school teacher, what brings you out slummin'
Do you reckon the preacher would approve where you are
Standin' here, visitin' with a back-slidin' Christian in a neighborhood bar
Well, yes, that's my bottle and yes, that's my glass
And I see you're eyeballin', 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 drinkin' and runnin' around
And 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's gonna have us a good talk later tonight
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
The Lord knows I'm drinkin' and runnin' around
And 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's gonna have us a good talk later tonight