Intro: verse 1 I try to get up every morning, with a smile, and apply the golden rule, But sometimes that old devil tempts me, and I go acting like a fool, Dear Jesus I keep trying to be perfect, but I'm just a mortal man, Lord help me be the kinda person, my dog thinks I am. verse 2 Sometimes I go to church on Sunday, with Saturday's whiskey on my breath, But I keep praying and a promising to quit before I drink myself to death, Help me walk the straight and narrow, change this light into a lamp, Oh Lord help me be the kinda person, my dog thinks I am. I know he's just a mutt, but he don't judge me, when times get pretty hard, You betcha he's my bible, he buries my liquor in the yard. Interlude verse 3 I can feel your love inside me Lord and I know that I'll be coming home someday, When I do I pray you'll find a pair of wings, for old Jake, Now the preacher's been real good to me but I know whose really been there in a jamb, Lord help me be the kinda person, my dog thinks I am. Outro Dear Lord help me be the kinda person, my dog thinks I am.
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