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.

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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.

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