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miss judy's farm
Miss Judy, she was moody Ran a sweaty farm in old Alabam' I was just eighteen, crude and mean And all I needed was to get my own way Get out of 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 cross-eyed poodle That I would kick if I was given the chance Never 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 beaten Before we started  Miss Judy, she was moody But she always didn't get her own way  We'll state the facts, get it right Kick her when she's down