| I was walkin' down the street kinda mindin' my own affairs
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| When the policeman walked up to me kinda unaware
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| He said son is your name Jerry Reed I said why sure
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| He said whadda ya know son you’re the one we’ve been lookin' for
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| I said uh uh
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| I’m bein' framed I’m bein' framed
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| I said officer I don’t never do nothin' wrong
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| But I always get the blame I get framed
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| He took me down to the lineup and let the bright lights shine
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| There was nine other poor souls with me up there in that line
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| But I had a feelin' I was a victim of somebody’s evil plan
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| Cause this woman pointed her finger at me and said that skinny one he’s the man
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| I said uh uh woman
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| I’m bein' framed Lord I’m bein' framed
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| I said woman I don’t ever do nothin' wrong
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| But honey I always get the blame I get framed
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| Well then the prosecutin' attorney started prosecutin' on me
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| Started jumpin' up and down stompin' his feet givin' me the third degree
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| He said son where was you on the night of October 29
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| I said I was down at Tootsie’s he said judge that man is lyin' I said no I ain’t |
| I’m bein' framed bein' framed
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| I said Judge I don’t ever do nothin' wrong
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| But I always get the blame
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| Well I denied the charges of carryin' that big ol' .44
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| I even denied the charges of robbin' that liquor store
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| I denied the charges of bein' drunk and disorderly too
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| But when the judge said step forward son well I staggered to my feet
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| I walked across the floor I tripped and I fall
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| And my gun went off and shot a hole in the bottom of my boots
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| And I said Judge Judge Judge
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| I’ve been framed Your Honor I’m bein' framed
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| I said I don’t never do nothin' wrong Your Honor
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| But I always get the blame I get framed
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| I said Judge I been framed
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| He said son well you look alot like a 8×10
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| Ha ha ha I turned to my attorney and I said appeal appeal
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| He said that’s right boy you’re a peel with a capital P
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| You understand that you hillbilly |