The Judge (who loved country music)
David Brown
Lives with his six string up in Islington
A coal black B-bender Fender Tele custom
He favours fingerpick over chicken scratch
And gets that steely feel by teasin’ the strap
Courting the truth all day
Three chords and the truth at night
The judge who loved Country Music
At night a white wine to forget the bench
Listenin’ to John Prine play with Benmont Tench
Later a waiter brings a vindaloo
Hot as the Hot Band playin’ with Emmylou
He couldn’t look finer in his tailored threads
But the Carolina Taylor suits his head
He quit grand larceny for employment law
He’s more Gram Parsons than he is Tim McGraw
He learnt the law from books upon the shelf
Country music taught him everything else
While those divided pray and count on his guile
He’s driving down to LA County with Lyle
‘Cos there’s a banjo-picking hillbilly
Beneath all that respectability
Sometimes he thinks of throwing in the towel
Until he gains control like Rodney Crowell
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