歌曲名 Tell It to the Judge on Sunday

歌手名 The Long Ryders

作曲：Griffin

Tell it to the judge on sunday

Tell it to him leave me alone

Tell it to the judge on sunday

Hurry you can call him at home

Better get out of my sight boys

Tell you I'm a busy man

Tell it to the judge on sunday

He'll do what he can

Now folks got fears

That they want the law to set right

And they don't get settled

By riding with hoods through the night

There'll always be people to pick you up

After somebody's put you down

So gimme a break and put back what you'd take

While the law still ain't around

Tell it to the judge on sunday

Tell it to him leave me alone

Tell it to the judge on sunday

Hurry you can call him at home

Better get out of my sight boys

Tell you I'm a busy man

Tell it to the judge on sunday

He'll do what he can

You come a stompin' in here

Like you own the joint and that's wrong

You probably think

I wanna hear your sad sad song

Well maybe sometime when I was younger

I'd put up with that swill

But I been a jailer for twenty three years now

And I got no time to kill

Now I don't care what crimes you done tonight

Nor do I care who's wrong or who's right

All I know is my life's been very hard

And the judge he lives in a house

With a big big yard

Tell it to the judge on sunday

Tell it to the judge on sunday

Tell it to the judge on sunday

Tell it to the judge on sunday

Tell it tell it tell it tell it tell it

Tell it tell it tell it tell it tell it

Tell it tell it