[Verse 1] 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 my own way [Verse 2] Miss Judy, she could have me any hour of the working day Shed send me in the corn field, midafternoon Said, Son, its all part of your job Miss Judy had a proxide poodle That I would kick if I was given the chance Madam wasnt amused by the kindness I used I was whipped in the barn until dawn It hurt me [Verse 3] 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 Woohoo [Outro] Miss Judy, she was moody But she always didnt get her own way Stage a fight, get it right Kick her when shes down
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