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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. CHORUS 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. CHORUS
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