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,
Help me walk the straight and narrow,
Change this light into a lamp,
Oh Lord help me be the kind of person my dog thinks I am.
I know he's just a mutt,
But he don't judge me when times get pretty hard,
He fetches my Bible,
And buries my liquor in the yard
I can feel your love inside me, Lord,
And I know that I'll be coming home someday.
When I do, I pray you'll find a pair of wings for old Jake.
Now the preacher's been real good to me,
But I know who's really been there in a jam.
Lord help me be the kind of person my dog thinks I am
Dear Lord help me be the kind of person my dog thinks I am.
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- 40 Years - The Album
- Country Roads
- 40 Years
- The 25 Year Collection, Vol. 1
- Big Hits
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- Greatest Hits, Volume 1
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