Third Degree Songtext
von Eddie Boyd

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