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
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 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,
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 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,
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 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
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 I can feel your love inside me, Lord,
 And I know that I'll be coming home someday.
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 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.
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 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.