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