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Third Degree 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

Third Degree Lyrics performed by The Jeff Healey Band are property and copyright of the authors, artists and labels. You should note that Third Degree Lyrics performed by The Jeff Healey Band is only provided for educational purposes only and if you like the song you should buy the CD


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