From The Cradle Lyrics - 1994

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(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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