A                               A7 
Hello Mrs. Johnson, you self righteous biddie 
 
              D           
Sunday School teacher, what brings you out slummin? 
 
                  A                                D 
Do you reckon the preacher would approve where you are 
 
              A               E                                        A  
Standing here visiting with a back-sliding Christian in a neighborhood bar 
 
Well, yes that's my bottle and yes that's my glass 
 
And I see you're eye-ballin' this pretty young lass 
 
Ain't none of your business but yes, she's with me 
 
And we don't need your sermon you self-righteous woman, just let us be 
                         D                     A 
Well the Lord knows I'm drinkin' and runnin' around 
 
                      D                        E 
And I don't need your loud mouth informin' the town 
 
                   D                         A 
The Lord knows I'm sinnin' and sinnin' ain't right 
 
    A          E                                             A  
But me and the good Lord's gonna have us a good talk later tonight  
Solo 
 
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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