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You Sunday school teacher, what brings you out slummin'?
Do you reckon the preacher would approve where you are?
Standin' here visitin' with a back slidin' Christian in a neighborhood bar

Well, yes that's my bottle and yes that's my glass
And I see you're eye ballin' but chicken cast my ass
It ain't none of your business but yes she's with me
And we don't need no sermon you self-righteous woman, just let us be

The Lord knows I'm drinkin' and runnin' around
And He don't need your loud mouth informing the town
The Lord knows I'm sinnin' and sinnin' ain't right
But me and the good Lord gonna have us a good talk later on tonight

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

The Lord knows I'm drinkin' and runnin' around
And He don't need your loud mouth informing the town
The Lord knows I'm sinnin' and sinnin' ain't right
But me and the good Lord gonna have us a good talk later on tonight
Yeah, me and the good Lord gonna have us a good talk later on tonight

You Sunday school teacher, what brings you out slummin'?
Do you reckon the preacher would approve where you are?