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Here are the lyrics from the Alan Jackson version. I imagine
they're the same as all the other versions:
Well I'm a-gonna raise a fuss, I'm gonna raise a holler
About workin' all summer just to try to earn a dollar
Everytime I call my baby, to try to get a date
My boss says, "No dice, son, you gotta work late"
Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do
Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
Well my mom 'n' pappa told me, "Son you gotta make some money"
"If you wanna use the car to go ridin' next Sunday"
Well, I didn't go to work, told the boss I was sick
"Now you can't use the car 'cause you didn't work a lick"
Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do
Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
I'm gonna take take two weeks, gonna have a vacation
I'm gonna take my problem to the United Nation
Well, I called my congressman and he said quote,
"I'd like to help you son, but you're too young to vote"
Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do
Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues.
-Rodrick
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