Third Degree – Eric ClaptonBy Got me accused of peeping,I can’t see a thing.Got me accused of petting,I can’t even raise my hand.[Chorus:]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.[Chorus]Got me accused of taxes,I ain’t got a dime.Got me accused of childrenAnd ain’t nary one of them was mine.[Chorus] www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20