Hello, Mrs. Johnson, you self-righteous woman, Sunday school teacher, what brings you outslumming, do you reckon a preacher would approve where you are, standing here fizzingwith a backsliding Christian in a neighborhood bar, well, yes, that's my bottle, yes, that'smy glass, and I see your eyeballing, this pretty,young lass, it ain't none of your business, but yes, she's with me, and we don't needno sermon, you self-righteous woman, just let us be, the Lord knows I'm drinking, andrunning around, and running around, and he don't need your loud mouth, informing methe town, the Lord knows I'm sinning, and sinning ain't right, but me and the good Lordwill have us a good talk later tonight, goodbye, Mrs. Johnson, you self-righteous woman, SundayI go up to the point where I've lost a friend, and I know I have made a big change, that Iowe him my life, and I don't need no сторону, and I don't need this kind of instantモ MoI don't need your preaching, and I don't need your pity, Is to go back to whatever you hypocritado, and when I talk to heaven, be nice, and I put in a good word for you, the Lord knowsI'm drinking, the Lord knows I'm drinking, and running around, standing here free, I'maroundand running aroundand he don't need your loud mouthinformingthe townthe Lord knowsI'm sinningand sinning ain't rightand sinning ain't rightbut me and the good Lordwill have us a good talklater tonightyou