Miss Judy's Farm Lyrics

Miss Judy she was moody 
Owned a sweaty farm in old Alabam 
I was just 18, crude and mean 
All I needed was to get my own way 
Get out of 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 its all part of your job 

Miss Judy had a cross eyed poodle 
That I would kick if I was given the chance 
Never was 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 beaten before we started 

Miss Judy she was moody 
And she always didn't get her own way 
Just state the facts, get it right 
Kick her when she's down