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.
Miss Judy, she could have me any hour of the working day She`d send me in the corn field, mid-afternoon Said "Son, its all part of your job" Miss Judy had a p`roxide 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
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
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