Текст пісні
Well they brought me in the courtroom and said I was accused
Of killing a cop who locked me up for a crime I didn't do
The bad news was I was a suspect for shooting him that night
The good news was I had an alibi
I tell you there's no way, Judge, that I killed that man
And if you heard my side of the story then you'd understand
I believe his widowed wife will tell you that my hands ain't red
'Cause the night he died, Judge, I was sleeping in her bed
Well the next suspect that they brought in sure was a surprise
They thought that cop's darling sister went and took his life
I couldn't let them run that angel's name in the dirt
I stood up and said, "Judge, it wasn't her"
I tell you there's no way, Your Honor, that she did this crime
She might have a killer body but she ain't the killing kind
You know that night me and his wife were howling at the moon
His sister must have heard us, Judge, 'cause she showed up there too
Well the third and final suspect they brought to the witness stand
Was the victim's elderly mother with her Bible in her hand
That's when the whole damn courtroom gave me a nasty look
I said, "You sick sons of bitches
I tried to call her but her phone was off the hook"