Tell It to the Judge, Part 1 Songtext
von J. T. “Funny Paper” Smith

(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, I found a half a pint of gin
Last time I searched this shack, you know 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