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Eight Men, Four Women
Little Milton
(Eight men, four women
Lord, that's the jury of love)
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 (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 (guilty)
How could they be so blind (guilty)
How could they? I knew they sat there
And called true love a crime (this is what killed me)
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 true love is not a crime
Lord, that's the jury of love
A mean judge and a mean jury, oh, that's the jury of love
(Lord, that's the jury of love)
(Lord, that's the jury of love) (fade)
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- Miscellaneous
- Stax Chartbusters, Vol. 6
- Montreux Festival
- Stax Profiles: Little Milton
- What It Is (Live At Montreux)
- Montreux Festival (Remastered)
- Begging My Baby
- Live At B.L.U.E.S.
- The Classic Rhythm + Blues Collection: 1964-1967 (disc 2)
- Essential Blues 3
- Chess Blues Classics: 1957 to 1967
- Rhythm & Blues: 1965
- Natural Blues
- Chess Blues
- Blues History
- Greatest Hits: The Chess 50th Anniversary Collection
- Living the Blues: Blues Greats
- Blues Favourites FAV001
- The Game of Love: 15 Super Oldies
- The R&B Box: 30 Years of Rhythm & Blues, Volume 5