nd Fret/KEY: A/PLAY: G {NC} Hello Mrs. Johnson, you self-righteous woman Sunday School teacher, what brings you out slummin' Do you reckon the are Standin' here, christian, In a neighborhood bar. Well, yes, that's my bottle and yes, that's my glass And I see you're eye-{} ballin', this pretty young lass It ain't none of your me And we don't need no woman, Just let us be. CHORUS The Lord knows I'm drinkin'; (the Lord knows I'm drinkin') And runnin' a-{} round; (and runnin' around) And He don't need your town The Lord knows I'm sinnin'; (the Lord knows I'm sinnin') And sinnin' ain't right; (and sinnin' ain't right) But me and the Good Lord's gonna have us a good talk Later to-{} night. 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. CHORUS