
Summertime Blues Buck Owens
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Well, there ain't no cure
For the summertime blues
Well, I'm gonna raise a fuss
And I'm gonna raise a holler
About workin' all summer
Just to try to raise a dollar
Everytime I call my baby
Just to try to get a date
My boss says "No, dice, son
You gotta work late"
Sometime I wonder
What I'm gonnna do
There ain't no cure
For the summertime blues
Well, my mom and pop told me
Son, you got to make some money
If you want to use the car
To go a ridin' next Sunday
Well, I didn't go to work
I told my boss I was sick
Now, "You can't use the car
'Cause you didn't work a lick"
For the summertime blues
Well, I'm gonna raise a fuss
And I'm gonna raise a holler
About workin' all summer
Just to try to raise a dollar
Everytime I call my baby
Just to try to get a date
My boss says "No, dice, son
You gotta work late"
Sometime I wonder
What I'm gonnna do
There ain't no cure
For the summertime blues
Well, my mom and pop told me
Son, you got to make some money
If you want to use the car
To go a ridin' next Sunday
Well, I didn't go to work
I told my boss I was sick
Now, "You can't use the car
'Cause you didn't work a lick"
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