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Oh Lord, I got to raise a fuss, Lord I got to raise a hollerAbout a workin' all summer just to try to earn a dollarOh Lord, I tried to call my baby, I tried to get a dateSometimes I wonder what I'm a gonna doLord, there ain't no cure for the summertime bluesWell, my mom and pop told me, "Son you gotta make some moneyWell, if you want to use the car to go ridin' next Sunday"Well, Lord I didn't go to work I told the boss I was sick he saidSometimes I wonder, what I'm a gonna doLord, there ain't no cure for the summertime bluesI've got to take the weeks I got to have a fun vacationI've got to take my problem to the United NationsI done told my congressman and he said, "Whoa, take this boy"Sometimes I wonder, what I'm a gonna doLord, there ain't no cure for the summertime bluesI've got to take the weeks, I got to have a fun vacationI've got to take my problem, to the United NationsI done told my congressman and he said, "Whoa, take this boy"Sometimes I wonder, what I'm a gonna doLord, there ain't no cure, for the summertime bluesWhoa, there ain't no cure From Letras Mania