Tell It to the Judge
(Who is that knockin' on my door?
Police officer. Open this door 'fore I shoot the knob off.
Wait man, I'll let you in
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, you know I found a half a pint of gin
Last time I searched this shack, 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
Police officer. Open this door 'fore I shoot the knob off.
Wait man, I'll let you in
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, you know I found a half a pint of gin
Last time I searched this shack, 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
Credits
Writer(s): C. Johnson, J. Davis, R. Ramirez, M. King, J. Sherman, R. Leverston, W. Martkin
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