| Third Degree |
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| 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 |
Lyrics Third Degree - Eddie Boyd
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Song from the album: Anthology: His First Recordings
In the genre:Блюз
Release date:28.05.2020
Song language:English
Record label:Master Tape
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