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.
 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