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The Bellamy Brothers
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Lord Help Me Be The Kind Of Person (My Dog Thinks I Am)
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. Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
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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