Boyd moved to the Beale Street district of Memphis, Tennessee in 1936 where he played piano and guitar with his group, the Dixie Rhythm Boys. Boyd followed the great migration northward to the factories of Chicago, Illinois in 1941.
He wrote and recorded the hit songs "Five Long Years" (1952), "24 Hours" (1953), and the "Third Degree" (co-written by Willie Dixon, also 1953). Boyd toured Europe with Buddy Guy's band in 1965 as part of the American Folk Blues Festival. He later toured and recorded with Fleetwood Mac and John Mayall and the Bluesbreakers.
Tired of the racial discrimination he experienced in the United States, he first moved to Belgium where he recorded with the Dutch band, Cuby and the Blizzards. He settled in Helsinki, Finland in 1970, where he recorded ten blues records, the first being Praise to Helsinki (1970). He married his wife, Leila, in 1977.
Boyd died in 1994 in Helsinki, Finland,
Third Degree
Eddie Boyd Lyrics
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And I can't see a thing
They got me accused of petting
And I can't even raise my hand
Bad luck, bad luck is killing me
Well now you know I can't stand
No more of this third degree
They got me accused of murder
And I never harmed a man
They got me accused of forgery
And I can't even write my name
Bad luck, bad luck is killing me
Well now you know I can't stand
No more of this third degree
They got me accused of taxes
And I don't have another dime
They got me accused of children
And ain't nary one of them mine
Bad luck, bad luck is killing me
Well now you know I can't stand
No more of this third degree
Eddie Boyd's "Third Degree" is a powerful and poignant blues song that speaks to the experiences of being wrongly accused and persecuted. The lyrics speak to a sense of confusion and frustration on the part of the singer as they are accused of various crimes and transgressions they did not commit. The repetition of the phrase "got me accused" throughout the song highlights the way that the singer feels trapped and helpless in the face of these accusations, unable to prove their innocence or escape from the situation they find themselves in.
The first verse of the song sets the tone for what is to come, with the singer stating that they have been accused of peeping and petting but are unable to see or raise their hand. The second verse escalates the situation, with accusations of murder and forgery being levied against them. The third verse continues in this vein, with accusations of tax evasion and false paternity being added to the mix. The final lines of the song repeat these last two accusations, underscoring the way that the singer feels trapped and falsely accused.
In many ways, "Third Degree" speaks to broader themes of systemic injustice and persecution, highlighting the ways in which individuals can be targeted and victimized by those in positions of power. By framing this experience within the context of the blues, Boyd is able to infuse his lyrics with a sense of raw emotion and authenticity that resonate with listeners to this day.
Line by Line Meaning
Got me accused of peeping, I can't see a thing
I have been falsely accused of spying, but I have no way to defend myself because I didn't do it.
Got me accused of petting, I can't even raise my hand
I have been accused of inappropriate touching, but I can't even move my hands in that way and it's not me.
Bad luck, bad luck is killing me
This series of unfortunate events is taking a huge toll on me.
Well I just can't stand no more of this third degree
I can't take any more of this intense questioning and false accusations.
Got me accused of murder, I ain't harmed a man
I have been accused of taking someone's life, but I am entirely innocent.
Got me accused of forgery, I can't even write my name
I have been blamed for forging something, but I couldn't even write that well to start with.
Got me accused of taxes, I ain't got a dime
They are charging me with owed taxes, but I don't even have any money in my name right now.
Got me accused of children, and ain't nary one of them was mine
They say I am responsible for these kids, but I don't have any children, and they're not mine.
Got me accused of taxes, I ain't got a dime
They are charging me with owed taxes, but I don't even have any money in my name right now.
Got me accused of children, and ain't nary one of them was mine
They say I am responsible for these kids, but I don't have any children, and they're not mine.
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Written by: Eddie Boyd, Willie Dixon
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@Harrypalms-ri6sj
Perfekt tempo for geitting outa bed on a sunday morning
@51newmoney
this is real blues, raw as it gets!
@sactifiedmission4097
Love this ...I've been searching for the original ..thanks
@coravisser3846
Fantastic real pure Blues wauw love it,
@SaphirSouenEstherG
Thank you! Eddie Boyd - November 25, 1914 - July 13, 1994 - Shared on FB July 13, 2020.
@jarrettthomas4865
Damn this is some real down on my luck blues...And I couldn’t love it any more
@andys9337
Still sounds perfect 23/12/2019.... bless
@AFaceintheCrowd01
Superb lyrics.
@philvigil6128
See Johnny Winters cover...good 2
@pinkywilliams8063
Loved It!!!!!!