Third Degree
Eddie Boyd 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

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

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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Written by: EDDIE BOYD, WILLIE DIXON

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Henry Chandler

this is real blues, raw as it gets!

Jarrett Thomas

Damn this is some real down on my luck blues...And I couldn’t love it any more

Pinky Williams

Loved It!!!!!!

Andy S

Still sounds perfect 23/12/2019.... bless

Sactified Mission

Love this ...I've been searching for the original ..thanks

cora Visser

Fantastic real pure Blues wauw love it,

Esther Gavillet

Thank you! Eddie Boyd - November 25, 1914 - July 13, 1994 - Shared on FB July 13, 2020.

52fabien52

Eddie Boyd(Voc/Gtr)-Lee Cooper(Gtr)-Sax Crowder(Ts)-Willie Dixon(Bas)-Percy Walker(Batt) Chicago,Mai 1953

kikik boyd

Eddie Boyd was my father's cousin....though i never meet him...he moved and lived overseas..

Eddie Boyd

Good stuff.

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