Hello Ms. Johnson, You self-righteous woman, Sunday School teacher, what brings you out slummin'? Do you reckon the preacher would approve where you are? Standing here fistin' a back-slidin' Christian in a neighborhood bar. Well yeah, that's my bottle, and yeah that's my glass And I see you're eyeballin' my sweet little ass That ain't none of your business, but yes, she's with me So leave us alone you self-righteous woman, just let us be The Lord knows I'm drinkin' and runnin' around He don't need your loud mouth informin' the town The Lord knows I'm sinnin' and sinnin' ain't right But me and the Good Lord are havin' a good talk later tonight. Goodby Ms. Johnson, you self-righteous bitty I don't need your preachin', I don't need your pity So back to whatever you hypcrites do And just be nice and I'll put in a good word later for you The Lord knows I'm drinkin' and runnin' around He don't need your loud mouth informin' the town The Lord knows I'm sinnin' and sinnin' ain't right But me and the Good Lord are havin' a good talk later tonight Yeah, my and the Good Lord are havin' a good talk later tonight