Tell it to the judge on Sunday Tell it to him, leave me alone Tell it to the judge on Sunday Hurry, you can call him at home Better get out of my sight boys Tell you I'm a busy man Tell it to the judge on Sunday He'll do what he can Now folks got fears that they want the law to set right And they don't get settled by riding with hoods through the night There'll always be people to pick you up after somebody's put you down So gimme a break and put back what you'd take While the law still ain't around Tell it to the judge on Sunday Tell it to him, leave me alone Tell it to the judge on Sunday Hurry, you can call him at home Better get out of my sight boys Tell you I'm a busy man Tell it to the judge on Sunday He'll do what he can You come a-stompin' in here like you own the joint and that's wrong You probably think I wanna hear your sad sad song Well maybe sometime when I was younger I'd put up with that swill But I been a jailer for twenty-three years now and I got no time to kill Now I don't care what crimes you done tonight Nor do I care who's wroing or who's right All I know is my life's been very hard And the judge he lives in a house with a big big yard Tell it to the judge on Sunday Tell it, tell it, tell it