Intro A Verse 1 A Bm I try to get up every morning, with a smile, and apply the golden rule, E A But sometimes that old devil tempts me, and I go acting like a fool, A Bm Dear Jesus I keep trying to be perfect, but I'm just a mortal man, E A Lord help me be the kinda person, my dog thinks I am. Verse 2 A Bm Sometimes I go to church on Sunday, with Saturday's whiskey on my breath, E A But I keep praying and a promising to quit before I drink myself to death, A Bm Help me walk the straight and narrow, change this light into a lamp, E A Oh Lord help me be the kinda person, my dog thinks I am. Chorus B A I know he's just a mutt, but he don't judge me, when times get pretty hard, B E You betcha he's my bible, he buries my liquor in the yard. Interlude A Bm E A Verse 3 A Bm I can feel your love inside me Lord and I know that I'll be coming home someday, E A When I do I pray you'll find a pair of wings, for old Jake, A Bm Now the preacher's been real good to me but I know whose really been there in a jamb, E A Lord help me be the kinda person, my dog thinks I am. Outro E A E A Dear Lord help me be the kinda person, my dog thinks I am.