[Intro]
Go

[Verse 1]
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 my own way

[Verse 2]
Miss Judy, she could have me any hour of the working day
She'd send me in the corn field, mid-afternoon
And said, "Son, its all part of your job"
Miss Judy had a p'roxide poodle
I would kick if I was given the chance
Madam wasn't amused by the kindness I used
Was whipped in the barn until dawn, get up (Yeah)

[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
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[Outro]
Miss Judy, ha, she was moody
But she never didn't get her own way, yeah
Woo, ha
Get down
Woo
How was that? Alright? Ha-ha
Memphis, sir
I'm the only person who knows what's happening here so, uh