Summertime Blues

Eddie Cochran

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I'm a-gonna raise a fuss, I'm a-gonna raise a holler.
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About a-workin' all summer, just to try to earn a dollar.
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Every time I call my baby, try to get a date;
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My boss says: No dice son, you gotta work late. / /
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Sometimes I wonder what I'm a-gonna do,
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But there ain't no cure for the summertime blues!
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Well my ma' and pappa told me: Son, you gotta make some money
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If you wanna use the car to go a-ridin' next sunday.
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Well I didn't go to to work, told the boss I was sick!
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So 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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I'm gonna take two weeks, gonna have a fine vacation.
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I'm gonna take my problem to the United Nations.
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Well I called my congressman and he said; quote:
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I'd like to help you son, but you're too young to vote! / /
Sometimes I wonder what I'm a-gonna do, 
But there ain't no cure for the summertime blues! 


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