Third Degree

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