Johnny Winter - Third Degree lyrics
[Johnny Winter - Third Degree lyrics]
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
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