Third Degree - Remastered

From the Alligator Records release THIRD DEGREE (AL 4748)
By Johnny Winter

Third Degree

Yeah, I like it, uh huh

Got me accused of peeping
I can't see a thing
They got me accused of betting
I can't even raise my hand
Bad luck, bad luck is killing me
I just can't stand no more of this third degree

Got me accused of murder
I never harmed a man
They got me accused of forgery
I can't even sign my name
Bad luck, bad luck is killing me (it's killing me)
I just can't stand no more of this third degree
Can't stand no more of this third degree

Yeah! You know what I'm talking about

(solo)

Got me accused of taxes
I don't have a lousy dime
Got me accused of children
And there ain't one of them mine
Bad luck, bad luck is killing me
Well, I just can't stand no more of this third degree
No more of this third degree, no no
Yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Willie Dixon, Eddie Boyd
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