Hello Mrs. Johnson, you self righteous biddie
Sunday School teacher, what brings you out slummin?
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
Well the Lord knows I'm drinkin' and runnin' around
And I don't need your loud mouth informin' the town
The Lord knows I'm sinnin' and sinnin' ain't right
But me and the good Lord's gonna have us a good talk later tonight
Solo