Miss Judy's Farm

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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 out 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 it's all part of your job
Miss judy had a proxide 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
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 beat for we shout it
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