Third Degree
Eric Clapton Lyrics


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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

Overall Meaning

In Eric Clapton's song Third Degree, the lyrics talk about the singer being wrongly accused of various crimes and misdemeanors such as peeping, petting, murder, forgery, taxes, and even having children that aren't his own. The singer pleads his innocence throughout the song and expresses frustration at the constant scrutiny he is under. He describes his situation as "bad luck" and says that it's "killing" him, and he just can't take any more of the "third degree."


The term "third degree" refers to the intense and often brutal interrogation techniques used by law enforcement officials to extract confessions from suspects. These techniques often involve physical and psychological torture and have been widely criticized for violating human rights. In the context of the song, the singer is saying that he feels like he's being put through the same kind of grueling interrogation, even though he has done nothing wrong.


The lyrics of Third Degree speak to the unfair treatment that many people face in the criminal justice system. This theme is still highly relevant today, as many people continue to be wrongly accused and unfairly punished for crimes they did not commit. Clapton's song reminds us that we need to be vigilant in protecting the rights of all people, and that we should never assume someone's guilt based on mere accusations.


Line by Line Meaning

Got me accused of peeping
I am being falsely accused of a crime related to peeping


I can't see a thing
I have not seen anything related to the accusation


Got me accused of petting
I am being falsely accused of petting someone


I can't even raise my hand
I have not even touched anyone and the accusation is untrue


Bad luck
Unfortunate events are happening to me


Bad luck is killing me
I am being negatively impacted by a string of unlucky events


Well I just can't stand no more of this third degree
I am tired of being interrogated and falsely accused of crimes


Got me accused of murder
I am being falsely accused of a murder


I ain't harmed a man
I have not committed any harm towards any person


Got me accused of forgery
I am falsely accused of forging something


I can't even write my name
I have not forged anything and the accusation is untrue


Got me accused of taxes
I am being falsely accused of tax-related crimes


I ain't got a dime
I do not have any money and the accusation is untrue


Got me accused of children
I am being falsely accused of having children


And ain't nary one of them was mine
I do not have any children and the accusation is untrue




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Written by: Eddie Boyd, Willie Dixon

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CHDER

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 children
And ain't nary one of them was mine.



Marcio Yates

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.



All comments from YouTube:

Marcos Sergio Sousa

Ouvindo sempre com atenção cada faixa deste Album e vendo que ele é muito especial , más para sentir isso é preciso de muita calma e o momento certo , Salve Eric Clapton

Daniel Arte Raiz

Maravilhoso, showwww!!!!

Your Excellency ∫♪dx :)

EC's vocal often times got ignored as his guitar is too outstanding! :) He has got the natural blues\rock voice!

brynttr

I like the way he backs off the mic in certain places.

Peggy Burke

This is great stuff.Thanks. i wish more people would give blues a try.

Matthew McGee

I've remember hearing this when my good old man would play it all the time as a very young child. Possibly some of my youngest memories, I'm 19, a 90's kid and fuckin proud of that era

sp4yke

i love the sound !

Cole Man

Mmm. . . This is "Blues to the Bone" kind of music! I love his whole "From the Cradle" album.

Gary Odom

I have been reading "The Land Where the Blues Began", Alan Lomax and have discovered the genius of the lyrics. The book can be found in the library of congress if nowhere else if you are interested in reading it. Amazing book!

Debra Morrow

Thank you I'll look it up

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