(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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