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(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. Chorus 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. Chorus |