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Hello Mrs Johnson, you self righteous woman |
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Sunday school teacher, what brings you out slummin' |
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Do you reckon the preacher would approve where you are |
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Standin' here, visitin' with a back-slidin' Christian in a neighborhood bar |
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Well, yes, that's my bottle and yes, that's my glass |
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And I see you're eyeballin', this pretty young lass |
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It ain't none of your business but yes, she's with me |
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And we don't need no sermon, you self-righteous woman just let us be |
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The Lord knows I'm drinkin' and runnin' around |
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And He don't need your loud mouth informin' the town |
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The Lord knows I'm sinnin' and sinnin' ain't right |
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But me and the good Lord's gonna have us a good talk later tonight |
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Goodbye, Mrs.Johnson, you self-righteous biddy |
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I don't need your preachin' and I don't need your pity |
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So, go back to whatever, you hypocrites do |
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And when I talk to Heaven, be nice and I'll put in a good word for you |
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The Lord knows I'm drinkin' and runnin' around |
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And He don't need your loud mouth informin' the town |
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The Lord knows I'm sinnin' and sinnin' ain't right |
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But me and the good Lord's gonna have us a good talk later tonight |
