Lord Help Be the Kind of Person
I try to get up every morning
With a smile and apply the Golden Rule
But sometimes that old devil takes me
And I go acting like a fool
Dear Jesus, I keep trying to be perfect
But I'm just a mortal man,
Lord help me be the kind of person my dog thinks I am.
Sometimes I go to church on Sunday,
With Saturday's whiskey on my breath,
But I keep praying and promising to quit
Before I drink myself to death,
