[Verse 1]
Miss Judy, she was moody
Owned a sweaty farm in old Alabam'
I was just sixteen, crude and mean
All I needed was to get my own way
Get out my 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
Said, "Young man, it's all part of your job"
Miss Judy had a peroxide 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
Get up

[Verse 3]
Last summer we was restless
We're gonna make a stand and burn down the farm
But it was all in the head 'cause out in thе yard
Miss Judy had the National Guard

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[Outro]
Miss Judy, she was moody
But she nеver ever got her own way
Get up in there