Scratchin on hissun
Man came before the Judge and the Judge ask him
WHY do you KEEP on coming in here for the same thing?
Why have you learned nothing?
Eye gotta let yew go threw the loophole
the jail is full and there is a blue moon come toosady.
The man just smiled his crooked alcoholic smile
Eye was not scratchin on mine eye was scratchin on hissun
The old man asked my help one day
To zip his pants he wanted to play
With my little boy thang
Eye did not want to be gay
So eye asked my momma to put mine away
She told the man to leave me be
And eye run and eye hide in the sycamore tree
He did not scratch mine he just scratch hissun.
Now he's pickin peas in the prison.
Mee eye don't scratch hissun eye don't scratch mine
Eye just run and hide hide hide.