(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 k**ing 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