Текст Buddy Brown – The Judge

Well I was siphoning gas from a police car
Last Friday night real late
When ole boy came back, pulled his handcuffs out
And I said, «Officer, wait!»

He couldn’t believe I had the audacity
Looked up at her and then back at me
And I knew I was pushing my limit
‘Bout as far as it could go
But it was small town Mississippi
And ain’t no way he was taking me down
So he came up with a suggestion
That might keep me safe for now

He said get your hillbilly ass out of town
Next time I’m locking you up
With a taillight out and a pushed in bumper
I know I can find your truck
Anybody else would be in my jailhouse
Locked up under my gun
But what can I do, you’d better thank God
That your granddad’s the judge

We were racing down old 61
The roads were nice and straight
And I figure nobody’d be patrolling
Way out here so late
When blue lights came from a soy bean field
That he was tucked back in

He said get your hillbilly ass out of town
Next time I’m locking you up
With a taillight out and a pushed in bumper
I know I can find your truck
Anybody else would be in my jailhouse
Locked up under my gun
But what can I do, you’d better thank God
That your granddad’s the judge
Your granddad’s the judge

They’ve come close a couple of time
But they ain’t nailed me yet
I try to be good but when I’m out of line
Those boys don’t let me forget

They say get your hillbilly ass out of town
Next time I’m locking you up
With a taillight out and a pushed in bumper
I know I can find your truck
Yeah, anybody else would be in my jailhouse
Locked up under my gun
But what can I do, you’d better thank God
That your granddad’s the judge

Yes he is, hah
My granddad’s he judge