Miss Judy`s Farm — текст песни (Faces)

(Ron Wood, Rod Stewart)

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