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Tell It to the Judge, Pt.. 2
J. T. “Funny Paper” Smith
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Good morning, Judge. How do you feel this morning?
Why hello there Betty, why here you
Come back up here again, didn't you?
No, Judge, I didn't come, they brought me here
I'm sorry, Betty
They got you charged with handling
Liquor, now tell me what is your plea
They got you charged with handling liquor
Betty, tell me what is your plea
You know I've been giving you many breaks
But the break this morning belongs to me
I'm guilty, kind old judge, please treat me nice and kind
Yeah, 200 in calls
I'm guilty, kind old judge, please treat me nice and kind
I did that, baby, already
For I sent home and tried my best to gеt money to pay my fine
Well, you's a prеtty good woman and living in a nice neighborhood
Thank you, Judge
I know you's a pretty good woman, Betty
And you live in a mighty nice neighborhood
But I think 100 calls in 30 days in the Bridewell will do you good
Oh, me
I ain't never seen a judge as mean as you before
I ain't never seen a judge as mean as you before
Sending me, a poor woman, and letting everybody else go
Well I had a right to let them go, Betty
Don't get back at me, Betty, 'cause I'm liable to change my mind
Don't get back at me, Betty, 'cause I'm liable to change my mind
And change your sentence from the
Bridewell, send you to the pen for '99
You can do as you please, 30 days won't make me cry
You can do as you please, 30 days won't make me cry
I didn't think it'd make you cry, Betty
When I come back I'm gonna gamble and sell moonshine all my life
Well you'll have a break, Betty