Lyrics

Third Degree

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,
Ain't nary one of them was mine