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(ron wood, rod stewart) |
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Miss judy, she was moody |
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Owned a sweaty farm in old alabam |
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I was just eighteen, crude and mean |
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All i needed was to get my own way. |
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Miss judy, she could have me any hour of the working day |
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She'd send me in the corn field, mid-afternoon |
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Said "son, its all part of your job" |
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Miss judy had a p'roxide poodle |
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That i would kick if i was given the chance |
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Madam wasn't amused by the kindness i used |
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I was whipped in the barn until dawn |
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Last summer we was restless, |
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Were gonna make a stand and burn down your farm |
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But it was all in the head 'cause out in the yard |
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Miss judy had the national guard |
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We was beat before we started. |
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Miss judy she was moody |
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But she always didn't get her own way |
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Stage a fight, get it right |
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Kick her when she's down |