A drunk man had passed out under a tree next to an overpass along a busy interstate highway. The next morning, as he started to wake up, he opened his eyes, shook his head and slowly managed to get on his feet. Just then a car came flying down the highway, lost control and slammed into the concrete overpass with great force. The front of the car was totally mangled and steam was pouring from under the crushed hood.
As the dust settled, the drunk rubbed his eyes and shook his head in disbelief of what he had just witnessed. Then, the driver's door of the car creaked open and a priest stepped out. He brushed himself off, looked around and walked to the side of the highway.
The drunk shouted, "Father, you are one lucky man!" "You should have been killed in that crash and you escaped without a scratch!"
The priest replied, "Well, my son, it had nothing to do with luck." "I had The Lord riding with me!"
To which the drunk answered, "Well, you better let him outta there before you kill him!"
PS- A sober drunk might have told him he should have let God drive.