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