Tonalité : E major
Intro 1
D
Verse 1
D
Tell it to the judge on
Sunday.
A
Tell it to him, leave me alone.
G
Tell it to the judge on
A
D
Sunday, you can call him at home.
Better get out of my sight, boss,
A
tell you I'm a busy man
G
Tell it to the judge on
A
D
Sunday and they'll do what he can
G
Now folks got fears that they
A
D
want the law to separate
G
A
And they don't get settled by riding
D
with hoods through the night
Bm
A
There'll always be people that pick you
G
A
up after somebody's put you down
Bm
A
So give it a break and put back what you take
G
A
while the law still ain't around
D
Tell it to the judge on
Sunday
A
Tell it to him, leave me alone
G
Tell it to the judge on
A
D
Sunday, you can call him at home
You better get out of my sight boys,
A
tell you I'm a busy man
G
Tell it to the judge on
A
D
Sunday, they'll do what he can
G
Come stomping in here like you
A
D
own the joint and that's wrong
G
A
You probably think I want to hear your sad,
D
sad song
Bm
Well, maybe sometime when I was
A
younger I pulled up with that swill
Bm
G
But I've been a jailer for 23 years now I got
A
D
A
G
no time to kill
A
D
A
G
A
D
G
Now, I don't care what
A
crimes you've done tonight
D
G
Nor do I care who's
A
D
wrong or who's right
Bm
A
All I know is my life's
G
A
been very hard
Bm
A
And the judge, he lives in this house with a big,
G
A
D
yard
Tell it, tell it, tell it, tell it, tell it, tell it,
D
D
tell it, it, tell it, it, tell it, tell it, it,
D
you
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