Letra The lord knows i'm drinkin' Cal Smith

The lord knows i'm drinkin'

The Lord Knows IaÂ?Â?m DrinkinaÂ?Â?

Hello, Mrs. Johnson, you self righteous woman
Sunday School teacher, what brings you out slumminaÂ?Â?
Do you reckon the preacher would approve
Where you are
StandinaÂ?Â? here, visiting with a back slidinaÂ?
Â? Christian
In a neighborhood bar

Well, yes thataÂ?
Â? s my bottle and yes, thataÂ?Â's
My glass
And I see youaÂ?Â're eyeballinaÂ?
Â? this pretty young lass
It ainaÂ?Â't none of your business, but yes, sheaÂ?Â's
With me
And we donaÂ?Â't need no sermon, you self
Righteous woman
Just let us be

(Chorus)
The Lord knows IaÂ?Â?m drinkinaÂ?
Â?, and runninaÂ?
Â? around
And he donaÂ?Â't need your loud mouth
InforminaÂ?Â? the town
The Lord knows IaÂ?Â?m sinninaÂ?
Â?, and sinninaÂ?Â?
AinaÂ?Â't right
But me and the good LordaÂ?Â's gonna have us a good talk
Later tonight

Goodbye, Mrs. Johnson, you self righteous biddy
I donaÂ?Â't need your preachinaÂ?
Â?, and I donaÂ?Â't
Need your pity
So, go back to whatever, you hypocrite you
And when I talk to Heaven, then I said IaÂ?Â'll put in a good
Word for you

(Repeat chorus)