Lyrics

Taking your eyes and wit
You could lock up whole store
Fire a candle up
And knock it to the floor
'Stead you're gonna hafta
Pack up the baby
The right way through the law

No time to sleep dreaming with the door letting in the cold
So you're gonna be the scrap of a man?
You might tell me when I'm old
Make a little living imagine
We can barely keep it down
Son, an honest living leaves 'em lost or leaves 'em alone
And now you're gonna have to
Pack up the baby the right way through the law

Well I fell in love with you
I was just sixteen
Only there to look at
Wouldn't wait as you came to me
Smokin' tobacco at such a tender age
As it isn't what you say so much as
How you take the stage
And now you're gonna hafta
Pack up the baby
The right way through the law

One little look in the face will tell you
Which one of us wears the stripe
Then you can close the book
And your sad little light
For tending to the baby
Just isn't worth the time
You're gonna hafta
Pack up the baby
The right way through the law