Leslie West Follow
Third Degree lyrics
Got me accused of peeping
I can't see a thing
Got me accused of petting
I can't even raise my hand
Oh, ho, oh, oh
Oh, ho, bad luck, it's killing me
Call, yes, it is
Oh, yes, it is
Well, I just can't stand it no more
No more of this third degree
I was third degree
Got me accused of murder
I ain't harmed no man now, oh
Got me accused of forgery
I can't even write my name
Bad luck call, I know, yeah
Bad luck, oh no
Well, it's killing me
Killing me, killing me, yes, it is
Whoa, I just can't stand it, oh no
No more of this third degree
Third degree
Hey, now
Got me accused of taxes
I ain't got a lousy dime
Got me accused of children
[Incomprehensible]
Bad luck, no
Bad luck, oh, it's killing me
Killing me, killing me
Yeah, it's killing me
Well, I just, well, I just can't stand
No more of this third degree
Whoa, oh no
No more
Part of these releases
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- Track 10 on Guitarded
- 9 Goin' Down
- 11 Born to Be Wild
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- Track 2 on Got Blooze
- 1 Baby Please Don't Go
- 3 Louisiana Blues
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- Track 5 on Unusual Suspects
- 4 Standing on Higher Ground
- 6 Legend
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