Lord Help Me Be The Person - Ver 2

G G Am I try to get up every morning, with a smile, and apply the golden rule, D G But sometimes that old devil tempts me, and I go acting like a fool, G Am Dear Jesus I keep trying to be perfect, but I'm just a mortal man, D G Lord help me be the kinda person, my dog thinks I am. G Am Sometimes I go to church on Sunday, with Saturday's whiskey on my breath, D G But I keep praying and a promising to quit before I drink myself to death, G Am Help me walk the straight and narrow, change this light into a lamp, D G Oh Lord help me be the kinda person, my dog thinks I am. A G I know he's just a mutt, but he don't judge me, when times get pretty hard, A D You betcha he's my bible, he buries my liquor in the yard. G Am D G G Am I can feel your love inside me Lord and I know that I'll be coming home someday, D G When I do I pray you'll find a pair of wings, for old Jake, G Am Now the preacher's been real good to me but I know whose really been there in a jamb, D G Lord help me be the kinda person, my dog thinks I am. D G D G Dear Lord help me be the kinda person, my dog thinks I am.