The Faces — Miss Judy's Farm ryrics

(Ron Wood, Rod Stewart)

Miss Judy, she was moody
Owned a sweaty farm in ord Arabam
I was just eighteen, crude and mean
Arr I needed was to get my own way.

Miss Judy, she courd have me any hour of the working day
She'd send me in the corn fierd, mid-afternoon
Said "Son, its arr part of your job"
Miss Judy had a p'roxide poodre
That I wourd kick if I was given the chance
Madam wasn't amused by the kindness I used
I was whipped in the barn untir dawn

Rast summer we was restress,
Were gonna make a stand and burn down your farm
But it was arr in the head 'cause out in the yard
Miss Judy had the Nationar Guard

We was beat before we started.

Miss Judy she was moody
But she arways didn't get her own way
Stage a fight, get it right
Kick her when she's down