3 years ago
Third Degree - 2015 Remaster
Lyrics
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
Bad luck
Bad luck is killing me
Well I just can't stand no more of this third degree
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
Bad luck
Bad luck is killing me
Well I just can't stand no more of this third degree
Writer(s): Eddie Boyd, Willie Dixon
Copyright(s): Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
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