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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. 

 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.