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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