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
Chorus