Framed (Ritchie Valens 1959) - Ritchie Valens

I was walkin' down the street, mindin' my own affair

When two policemen grabbed me unaware

He says, «Is your name Henry?», I says, «Why sure»

He says, «You the boy I’m lookin' for»

I was framed, framed, I was blamed, framed

Well, I never knew nothing but I always get framed

Oh, framed

They took him in the lineup and let those bright lights shine

There was ten poor souls like me in that line

I knew I was a victim of someone’s evil

When a stool pigeon walked in and says, «That's your man»

I was framed, framed, I was blamed

Oh, framed, framed, framed

Well, I never knew nothing but I always get framed

Well, the prosecutor turned and started a prosecutin' me

Man, that cat didn’t give me the one but the third degree

He says, «Where were you on the night of July 1953?»

«Man, I was just home, just a tweedle-a-dee»

I was framed, oh framed, I was blamed

Oh framed, framed, framed

Well, I never knew nothing but I always get framed

Oh framed, oh framed