Summertime Blues '68

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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

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