Summertime Blues Lyrics – ’68
Singer: ’68
Title: Summertime Blues
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
Gotta take me some weeks, gotta have a fine vacation
I gotta take my problems to the United Nations
I done told my congress man and he said quote:
“Son, I’d like to help you
But you’re too young to vote”
Sometimes, I wonder what I’m gonna do
But there ain’t no cure
For the summertime blues
Find more lyrics at lyrics.jspinyin.net
You can purchase their music thruor
Disclosure: As an Amazon Associate and an Apple Partner, we earn from qualifying purchases
Other Popular Songs:
KAWALA - Do It Like You Do
Pyra - Paper promises
Lyrics ’68 – Summertime Blues
Kindly like and share our content. Please follow our site to get the latest lyrics for all songs.
We don’t provide any MP3 Download, please support the artist by purchasing their music 🙂
You can purchase their music thru
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cw4x2ghuFTY