'68 - summertime blues lyrics
oh lord, i gotta make a fuss
lord, i gotta raise a holler
about workin’ all summer
try the make a dollar
i called my baby
i try to get a date
she said…
sometimes, i wonder what i’m gonna do
but there ain’t no cure
for the summertime blues
well my mom and papa told me
“son you gotta make some money.”
“well if you wanna use the car to go a ridin’ next sunday”
oh, lord, i didn’t go to work i told the boss i was sick
he said…
cause sometimes i wonder what i’m gonna do
but there ain’t no cure
for the summertime blues
i’ve got the blues but it…
i’ve got the blues but it…
i’ve got the blues but it…
i’ve got the blues but it ain’t got me
gotta take me some weeks, gotta have a fine vacation
i gotta take my problems to the united nations
i done told my congress man and he said quote:
“son, i’d like to help you
but you’re too young to vote”
sometimes, i wonder what i’m gonna do
but there ain’t no cure
for the summertime blues
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