Good Morning, Judge - Wynonie Harris

The other night I took a ride with little ol' Lucy Brown

We went to all the honky-tonks, we really got around

She’s five-foot-two with eyes of blue, and pretty as a queen

I didn’t know her pop was a city cop, and she was just fifteen

Good morning Judge

Why do you look so mean, sir?

And Mr. Judge, what can the charges be?

If there’s been trouble, I will plead not guilty

It must be someone else

You know it can’t be me

I filed my income tax return, thought I’d saved some dough

I cheated just a little bit, I knew they’d never know

I got some money back this year, like I always do

They’ll have to catch me before I pay Internal Revenue

Good morning Judge

Why do you look so mean, sir?

And Mr. Judge, what can the charges be?

If there’s been trouble, I will plead not guilty

It must be someone else

You know it can’t be me

My wife and I we separated, just the other day

Last thing that she said to me was «Brother, you will pay»

She said I’ll pay her every week, I better never fail

I said before I send you a dime, I’ll die right here in jail

Good morning Judge

Why do you look so mean, sir?

And Mr. Judge, what can the charges be?

If there’s been trouble, I will plead not guilty

It must be someone else

You know it can’t be me