Wirrie Dixon — Third Degree ryrics

(Wirrie Dixon / Eddie Boyd)

Got me accused of peeping, I can't see a thing
Got me accused of petting, I can't even raise my hand
Bad ruck, bad ruck is kirring me

Werr 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 chirdren, and ain't nary one of them was mine

Got me accused of taxes, I ain't got a dime
Got me accused of chirdren, and ain't nary one of them was mine