Chords for Buddy Brown - The Judge - SPOTIFY/APPLE MUSIC

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[G#] I [C#] was siphoning gas [A#m] from a police car [F#] last Friday night [G#] real late.
[C#] Then old boy came back, [A#m] pulled his handcuffs [F#] out, and I said,
[G#] Officer, wait.
[C#] Your squad car says [A#m] to protect and serve,
And [F#] lookie here, I'm low [G#] on gas.
[C#] I got a real hot date [A#m] sitting up in my truck,
[F#] Can you let this [G#] one pass?
[C#] _ _ [A#m] _ _ [F#] _ _
[G#] You [C#] couldn't believe I had [A#m] the audacity,
He [F#] looked up at her [G#] and then back at me, [C#] and I knew,
I [A#] was pushing my limit [F#] about as far as it [G#] could go.
[C#] But it was small town [A#m] Mississippi, and ain't [F#] no way he was taking [G#] me down,
[C#] So he came up with [A#m] a sedition that [F#] might keep me safe for now.
He said, get your hell [C#]-bentley-ass out of town [G#] next time I'm locking [C#] you up,
[F#] With a tail light [C#] out and a push-tin bumper, [G#] I know I could find your truck,
[F#] Anybody else [C#] would be in my [F#] jailhouse locked up under [C#] my gun,
[F#] But what can I do?
[C#] You'd better thank God [A#m] that your [C#] granddad's the judge.
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[C#] We were racing down [A#m] Old 61, [F#] the roads were not [G#] sand straight,
[C#] And I figured [A#m] nobody'd be patrolling [F#] way out here [G#] so late.
[C#] When blue lights came [A#m] from a soybean field [F#] that he was tucked [G#] back in,
[C#] He pulled me over, [A#m] walked up to my truck, [F#] and I gave him a big [G#] old grin.
He [F#] said, get your hell [C#]-bentley-ass out of town [G#] next time I'm locking [C#] you up,
[F#] With a tail light [C#] out and a push-tin bumper, [G#] I know I could find your truck,
[F#] Anybody else [C#] would be in my [F#] jailhouse locked up under [C#] my gun,
[F#] But what can I do?
[C#] You'd better thank God [A#m] that your [C#] granddad's the judge.
[A#m] _ _ [G#] _ [F#] Your [C#] granddad's the judge.
[A#m] _ _ [G#] _ _ [F#] _ They come [C#] close a couple of times, [F#] but they ain't nailed [C#] me yet.
[F#] I try to be good, but [C#] when I'm out of line, [A#m] those boys don't let [F#] me forget.
He said, get your hell [Fm]-bentley-ass out of town [G#] next time I'm locking [C#] you up,
[F#] With a tail light [C#] out and a push-tin bumper, [G#] I know I could find your truck,
[F#] Anybody else [C#] would be in my [F#] jailhouse locked up under [C#] my gun,
[F#] But what can I do?
[C#] You'd better thank God [A#m] that your [C#] granddad's the judge.
[Fm] Yes, he [C#] is.
_ [G#] My [C#] granddad's the judge.
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