"Lord Help Me Be The Kind Of Person (My Dog Thinks I Am)" lyrics

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