(O.V. Wright)

I dreamed that love was a crime
I was alone, so lonely and blue
You know why? Because eight men and four women, Lord
They found me guilty of loving you

As they were taking me away
You were taking, I saw you when you were taking the witness stand
You know what? I heard the lawyer when he asked you, my love
"Do you really love that man?"

It was eight men and four women
How could they be so blind
How could they call me guilty?
And called [bad word] love a crime

Guilty Guilty Guilty

But a tear rolled down my cheek
I felt so sorry for you
You know why? 
Because in my heart I knew, oh yes, baby I knew
That they would find you guilty too

Judge, your honor and to the jury
I intend to prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that we are innocent
And [bad word] love is not a crime