Miss Judy's Farm

Miss Judy

She was moody

Owned a sweaty farm in old Alabam

I was just eighteen

Crude and mean

All I needed was to get my own way

Get out my way

Miss Judy

She could have me

Any hour of the working day

She'd send me in the corn field

Mid afternoon, said, "Son, it's all part of your job"

Miss Judy had a peroxide poodle

That I would kick if I was given the chance

Madam wasn't amused by the kindness I used

I was whipped in the barn until dawn

It hurt me

Last summer

We was restless

Were gonna make a stand and burn down your farm

But it was all in the head

'Cause out in the yard

Miss Judy had the national guard

We was beat

Before we started

Miss Judy

She was moody

But she always didn't get her own way

Stage a fight

Get it right

Kick her

When she's down