Summertime Blues Songtext
von Levon Helm

I′m a-gonna raise a fuss, I'm a-gonna raise a holler
About workin′ every summer just to try to make a dollar
Every time 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-a gonna do
There ain't no cure for the summertime blues


My mama papa told me; "Boy, you gotta make some money
If you wanna use the car to go a-ridin′ next Sunday"
Well, I didn′t go to work I told the boss I was sick
He said; "I can't help you, ′cause you didn't get a lick"
Sometimes I wonder what I′m-a gonna do
There ain't no cure for the summertime blues

I′m a taking two weeks gonna have a fine vacation
And taking all of my problem to the United Nations
You know I called up my congressman and he said, quote:
"I'd like to help you, boy, but you're too dumb to vote"
Sometimes I wonder what I′m-a gonna do
There ain′t no cure for the summertime blues