It's against the law to walk, and against the law to talk    Against the law to loaf, against the law to work    Against the law to read, against the law to write    Against the law to be a black, a brown, or white       Everything's against the law    I'm a low-pay daddy singing the high-price blues       It's against the law to eat, against the law to drink    Against the law to worry, against the law to think    Against the law to marry or try to settle down    Against the law to ramble like a bum from town to town       Everything's against the law    I'm a low-pay daddy singing the high-price blues       It's against the law to come, against the law to go    Against the law to ride, against the law to roll    Against the law to hug and against the law to kiss    Against the law to shoot, against the law to miss       Everything's against the law    I'm a low-pay daddy singing the high-price blues       It's against the law to gamble, against the law to roam    Against the law to organize or try to build a home    Against the law to sing, it's against the law to dance    Against the law to tell you all the trouble on my hands       Everything in Winston-Salem is against the law    I'm a low-pay daddy singing the high-price blues