Eddie Boyd Lyrics
"Third Degree"
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Got me accused of peeping, I can't see a thing
Got me accused of petting, I can't even raise my hand
Bad luck, bad luck is killing me
Well I just can't stand no more of this third degree
Got me accused of murder, I ain't harmed a man
Got me accused of forgery, I can't even write my name
Got me accused of taxes, I ain't got a dime
Got me accused of children, and ain't nary one of them was mine
Got me accused of taxes, I ain't got a dime
Got me accused of children, and ain't nary one of them was mine
Got me accused of petting, I can't even raise my hand
Bad luck, bad luck is killing me
Well I just can't stand no more of this third degree
Got me accused of murder, I ain't harmed a man
Got me accused of forgery, I can't even write my name
Got me accused of taxes, I ain't got a dime
Got me accused of children, and ain't nary one of them was mine
Got me accused of taxes, I ain't got a dime
Got me accused of children, and ain't nary one of them was mine
This song is from the album "The Blues Of Eddie Boyd", "Complete Blue Horizon Sessions", "7936 South Rhodes" and "Third Degree".