Summertime Blues Bruce Springsteen
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I'm a-gonna raise a fuss
I'm a-gonna raise a holler
About workin' all summer
Just-a trying to earn a dollar
Every time I call my baby
Try to get a date
My boss says "No dice, son
You gotta work late"
Sometimes I wonder
What I'm-a gonna do
But there ain't no cure
For the summertime blues
Well my mama and papa told me
"Son, you gotta make some money
If you wanna use the car
To go a-ridin' next Sunday"
Well, I didn't go to work
Told the boss I was sick
"You can't use the car
'Cause you didn't work a lick"
Sometimes I wonder
What I'm-a gonna do
But there ain't no cure
For the summertime blues
I'm a-gonna raise a holler
About workin' all summer
Just-a trying to earn a dollar
Every time I call my baby
Try to get a date
My boss says "No dice, son
You gotta work late"
Sometimes I wonder
What I'm-a gonna do
But there ain't no cure
For the summertime blues
Well my mama and papa told me
"Son, you gotta make some money
If you wanna use the car
To go a-ridin' next Sunday"
Well, I didn't go to work
Told the boss I was sick
"You can't use the car
'Cause you didn't work a lick"
Sometimes I wonder
What I'm-a gonna do
But there ain't no cure
For the summertime blues
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