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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeSummer Time Blues
Well, come on everybody, yepWell, I'm gonna raise a fussI'm-a gonna raise a hollerAbout-a workin' all summerJust to try and earn a dollarWell, Every time I call my babyTry to get a dateMy boss says Uh duh sonYou gotta work lateSometimes I wonderWhat I'm-a gonna doBut there ain't no cureFor the summertime bluesWell, my mom and pop told meSon, you gotta make some moneyIf you wanna use the carTo go drivin' next SundayWell, I didn't go to workSo my pa said I was sickYou can't use the car'Cause you didn't work a lickSometimes I wonder what l'm-a gonna do'Cause there ain't no cureFor the summertime bluesGonna take two weeksGonna have a fine vacationl'm gonna take my problemTo the United NationWell, I called up my congressmanAnd he said boyl'd like to help you sonBut you're too young to voteSometimes I wonder what l'm-a gonna doBut there ain't no cureFor the summertime blueshet, hetOh the summertime blues. yeah.. thank you...
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