| They accused me of forgery, I couldn’t write my name
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| They accused me of looking and I didn’t see a thing
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| Didn’t mean to cause no trouble and I meant no bodily harm
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| All I had was this body and the muscle in my arm
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| They gave me the third degree
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| They hung me from a tree, third degree
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| And they’re giving me the third degree
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| But it’s plain to see without a learned degree
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| I didn’t know a chopping hoe could bring a mountain down
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| They’re giving me the third degree
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| They hung me from a tree, that third degree
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| She came down the turn row with a bucket in her hand
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| She brought Alberta peaches and they all knew I’s her man
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| She didn’t have no business hanging out down where they were
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| And everybody wants something and they all wanted her
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| They’re giving me the third degree
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| But it’s plain to see without a learned degree
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| I didn’t know a chopping hoe could bring a mountain down
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| And they’re giving me the third degree
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| They hung me from a tree, that third degree
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| That third degree
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| Siting with my peaches when I heard her crying out
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| Peaches in my pocket and blood here on this ground
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| They took her away from me, they took her away from me
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| They took her away from me in a third degree
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| In a third degree
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| It’s a third degree |