Third Degree
Eddie Boyd
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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
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Written by: Eddie Boyd, Willie Dixon
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