Текст песни Third Degree - Eric Clapton
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
Bad
luck
Bad
luck
is
killing
me
Well
I
just
can't
stand
No
more
of
this
third
degree
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
Bad
luck
Bad
luck
is
killing
me
Well
I
just
can't
stand
No
more
of
this
third
degree
1 Five Long Years
2 It Hurts Me Too
3 I'm Tore Down
4 Groaning The Blues
5 Motherless Child
6 Blues Before Sunrise
7 Third Degree
8 Reconsider Baby
9 Hoochie Coochie Man
10 How Long Blues
11 Goin' Away Baby
12 Blues Leave Me Alone
13 Standin' Round Crying
14 Driftin'
15 Sinner's Prayer
16 Someday After A While
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