Justify

Get on down the road
Get up in them weeds
Well the hound dog will get ya
Hang ya in them trees
Well the sheriff caught you stealin'
You ain't got no food
When a cracker says he'll rape ya, she ain't got no proof
Can I justify? Justify?

Well a momma and her children came out to watch you burn
And a lawyer and a preacher came out to take their turn
It's a grand 'ol occasion of American ideals
And the hellhounds of justice can't grant you no appeal
Can I justify? Justify?

Well roll back again
Better roll back again