Текст песни Miss Judy's Farm - Faces
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.
Miss
Judy,
she
could
have
me
any
hour
of
the
working
day
She'd
send
me
in
the
corn
field,
mid-afternoon
Said
"Son,
its
all
part
of
your
job"
Miss
Judy
had
a
p'roxide
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
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
before
we
started.
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
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