Karaoké Lord Help Me Be The Kind Of Person (My Dog Thinks I Am) The Bellamy Brothers

I try to get up every morning with a smile and apply the golden Rule

But sometimes that old devil tempts me and I go actin' like a fool

Dear Jesus I keep tryin' 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 prayin' and a promisin' 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 buries my liquor in the yard

I can feel your love inside me Lord

And I know that I'll be comin' 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