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E A B7* E x2
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I'm a-gonna raise a fuss,
A E E A B7 E
I'm a-gonna raise a holler
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About a-workin' all summer,
A E E A B7 E
just to -try to earn a dollar
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Every time I call my baby, try to get a date
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My boss says: No dice son, you gotta work late
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Sometimes I wonder what I'm a-gonna do
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But there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
E A B7 E x2
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Well my mom 'n poppa told me:
A E E A B7 E
Son, you gotta make some money
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If you wanta use the car
A E E A B7 E
to go a-ridin' next Sunday
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Well I didn't go to to work,
told the boss I was sick
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"Now you can't use the car
'cause you didn't work a lick"
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Sometimes I wonder what I'm a-gonna do
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But there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
E A B7 E x2
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I'm gonna take two weeks,
A E E A B7 E
gonna have a fine vacation
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I'm gonna take my problem
A E E A B7 E
to the United Nations
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Well I called my Congressman and he said, quote:
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"I'd like to help you son,
but you're too young to vote"
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Sometimes I wonder what I'm a-gonna do
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But there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
E A B7 E x3
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