Lyrics

They got me 'cussed of peeping And I can't see a thing They got me 'cussed of petting And I can't even raise my hand Bad luck, bad luck is killing me Well now you know I can't stand Nomore of this third degree They got me 'cussed of murder And I've never harmed a man They got me 'cussed of forgery And I can't even write my name Bad luck, bad luck is killing me Well now you know I can't stand Nomore of this third degree They got me 'cussed of taxes And I don't have a lousy dime They got me 'cussеd of childrin' And ain't narry one of 'em mine Bad luck, bad luck is killing mе Well now you know I can't stand Nomore of this third degree