A5 A5
Hello Mrs. Johnson, you self righteous biddie
D5
Sunday School teacher, what brings you out slummin?
A5 D5
Do you reckon the preacher would approve where you are
A5 E5 A5
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
D5 A5
Well the Lord knows I'm drinkin' and runnin' around
D5 E5
And I don't need your loud mouth informin' the town
D5 A5
The Lord knows I'm sinnin' and sinnin' ain't right
A5 E5 A5
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
Chorus