Faces - Miss Judy's Farm lyrics

Miss Judy she was moody Owned a sweaty farm in old Alabam I was just 18, crude and mean 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 peroxide poodle That I would kick if I was given the chance Never was 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 And she always didn't get her own way Just state the facts, get it right Kick her when she's down