Lyrics

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 I see you're eye balling 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 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 The Lord knows I'm drinking and running around...