Eddie Boyd and Fleetwood Mac - Third Degree

They got me accused of peeping
And I can't see a thing
They got me accused of petting
And I can't even raise my hand
Bad luck, bad luck is killing me

Well now you know I can't stand
No more of this third degree

They got me accused of murder
And I never harmed a man
They got me accused of forgery
And I can't even write my name

Bad luck, bad luck is killing me

Well now you know I can't stand
No more of this third degree

They got me accused of taxes
And I don't have another dime
They got me accused of children
And ain't nary one of them mine

Bad luck, bad luck is killing me

Well now you know I can't stand
No more of this third degree

Written by:
Eddie Boyd, Willie Dixon

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