nd Fret/KEY: A/PLAY: G
{NC} Hello Mrs. G Johnson, you self-righteous woman
Sunday School C teacher, what brings you out slummin'
Do you reckon the G preacher would approve where you C are
Standin' here, G vis'tin' with a back-slidin' D7 christian,
In a neighborhood G bar.
G Well, yes, that's my bottle and yes, that's my glass
And I see you're eye-{C} ballin', this pretty young lass
It ain't none of your G bus'ness, but yes, she's with C me
And we don't need no G sermon, you self-righteous D7 woman,
Just let us G be.
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The Lord knows I'm C drinkin'; (the Lord knows I'm drinkin')
And runnin' a-{G} round; (and runnin' around)
And He don't need your C loud mouth informin' the D7 town
The Lord knows I'm C sinnin'; (the Lord knows I'm sinnin')
And sinnin' ain't G right; (and sinnin' ain't right)
But me and the D7 Good Lord's gonna have us a good talk
Later to-{G} 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.
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