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 mom and pop told me, "Boy, you better 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 it ′cause you didn't hit a lick"

Sometimes I wonder what I′m a gonna do
There ain't no cure for the summertime blues

I′m a-takin' two weeks, I'm gonna have a fine vacation
Takin′ all of my problems to the United Nations
You know I called up my congressman and he told me, 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