Bellamy Brothers - Lord help me be the person

I^G try to get up every morning, with a smile, and apply the golden r^Amule, But so^Dmetimes that old devil tempts me, and I go acting like a f^Gool, D^Gear Jesus I keep trying to be perfect, but I'm just a mortal ^Amman, L^Dord help me be the kinda person, my dog thinks I ^Gam.

S^Gometimes I go to church on Sunday, with Saturday's whiskey on my b^Amreath, But I keep pr^Daying and a promising to quit before I drink myself to d^Geath, Help me w^Galk the straight and narrow, change this light into a l^Amamp, Oh L^Dord help me be the kinda person, my dog thinks I ^Gam.

I k^Anow he's just a mutt, but he don't judge me, when times get pretty h^Gard, You b^Aetcha he's my bible, he buries my liquor in the y^Dard.

I can f^Geel your love inside me Lord and I know that I'll be coming home some^Amday, W^Dhen I do I pray you'll find a pair of wings, for old J^Gake, Now the pr^Geacher's been real good to me but I know whose really been there in a j^Amamb, L^Dord help me be the kinda person, my dog thinks I ^Gam.

Dear L^Dord help me be the kinda person, my dog thinks I ^Gam. ^{D G}