The Lord Knows Im Drinking Teclado

	  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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