Third Degree (Live) Lyrics
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