(by eddie boyd and willie dixon)
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.
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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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