That I would kick if I was given the chance
Never was amused by the kindness I used
Miss Judy had the national guard
But it was all in the head 'cause out in the yard
I was whipped in the barn until dawn
All I needed was to get my own way
We was beaten, before we started
Said son, "It's all part of your job"
Miss Judy, had a cross eyed poodle
It hurt me
I was just 18, crude and mean
Get out of my way
She'd send me in the corn field mid afternoon
Any hour of the working day
Miss Judy, she was moody
Miss Judy, she could have me
Just state the facts, get it right
Last summer we was restless
We're gonna make a stand and burn down your farm
But she always didn't get her own way
