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
Standing here vis`tin` with a back slidin` christian in a neighborhood bar
Well yes that`s my bottle and yes that`s my glass
I see you`re eye ballin` this man you call trash
It ain`t none of your bus`ness but yes he`s with me
And we don`t need no sermon you self righteous woman just let us be
The Lord knows I`m drinking and running around
And he don`t need your loud mouth informing the town
The Lord knows I`m sinning and sinning ain`t right
But me and the good Lord`s gonna have us a good talk later tonight
[ fiddle ]
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 drinking and running around...