作词 : Stewart, Wood
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