J.T. "Funny Paper" Smith - Tell It To The Judge Part 1 lyrics

Spoken introduction: Dessa: Who is that knockin' on my door? FPS: Police officer. Open this door 'fore I shoot the knob off Dessa: Wait man, I'll let you in FPS: Where's that booze at? I'm tellin' you this mornin', I'm tired of you searchin' my house I'm tellin' you this mornin', I'm tired of you searchin' my house I have a notion this mornin' of beatin' you up and throwin' you out You can lose your temper mama, but please don't lose your head You can lose your temper mama, but please don't lose your head I'm gonna search this shack this mornin', come on and hear this search warrant read The hell with the search warrant, go look and see what you can find The hell with the search warrant, go look and see what you can find You ain't never found no liquor and you've searched my house two or three times Last time I searched this shack, I found a half a pint of gin Last time I searched this shack, you know I found a half a pint of gin Now what's the meanin' of all this here liquor, call the wagon 'cause I'm going to run you in Give me a break, don't make me pay no fine Please Give me a break, don't make me pay no fine That judge'll darn now lynch me, 'cause I been here so many times You've had lots of breaks Betty but here's what I'm gonna tell you before you go You've had lots of breaks Betty but here's what I'm gonna tell you before you go You'd better get on your knees and ask for mercy 'cause the judge ain't givin' breaks no more