Third Degree

(by eddie boyd and willie dixon)

Got me accused of peeping, I cant see a thing.
Got me accused of petting, I cant even raise my hand.

Bad luck, bad luck is killing me.
Well I just cant stand no more of this third degree.

Got me accused of murder, I aint harmed a man.
Got me accused of forgery, I cant even write my name.

Chorus

Got me accused of taxes, I aint got a dime.
Got me accused of children, and aint nary one of them was mine.

Chorus