Hello, Mrs. Johnson, you self-righteous woman, Sunday school teacher, what brings you out
slumming, do you reckon a preacher would approve where you are, standing here fizzing
with a backsliding Christian in a neighborhood bar, well, yes, that's my bottle, yes, that's
my 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 need
no sermon, you self-righteous woman, just let us be, the Lord knows I'm drinking, and
running around, and running around, and he don't need your loud mouth, informing me
the town, the Lord knows I'm sinning, and sinning ain't right, but me and the good Lord
will have us a good talk later tonight, goodbye, Mrs. Johnson, you self-righteous woman, Sunday
I go up to the point where I've lost a friend, and I know I have made a big change, that I
owe him my life, and I don't need no сторону, and I don't need this kind of instantモ Mo
I don't need your preaching, and I don't need your pity, Is to go back to whatever you hypocrita
do, and when I talk to heaven, be nice, and I put in a good word for you, the Lord knows
I'm drinking, the Lord knows I'm drinking, and running around, standing here free, I'm
around
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
and sinning ain't right
but me and the good Lord
will have us a good talk
later tonight
you