Текст песни Summertime Blues - Joan Jett and the Blackhearts
(Eddie
Cochran)
Well
I′m
gonna
raise
a
fuss
And
I'm
gonna
raise
a
holler
About
workin′
all
summer
Just
tryin'
to
earn
a
dollar
Well,
I
went
to
my
boss
Who
governs
me
He
said,
"No,
dice,
bud
You
gotta
work
late"
Sometime
I
wonder
What
I'm
gonnna
do
There
ain′t
no
cure
For
the
summertime
blues
Well,
my
mom
and
papa
told
me
Now
you
better
earn
some
money
If
one
of
you
is
gonna
go
Ridin′
next
Sunday
Well,
I
didn't
go
to
work
I
told
my
boss
I
was
sick
He
said,
"You
can′t
use
the
car
'Cause
you
didn′t
work
a
lick"
Sometime
I
wonder
What
I'm
gonnna
do
There
ain′t
no
cure
For
the
summertime
blues
Gonna
save
two
weeks
Gonna
have
a
fine
vacation
Gonna
take
my
problem
To
the
United
Nations
Well,
I
went
to
my
congressman
He
sent
me
back
a
note
It
said,
"Id
like
to
help
you,
hon
But
you're
too
young
to
vote"
Sometime
I
wonder
What
I'm
gonnna
do
There
ain′t
no
cure
For
the
summertime
blues
Now
there
ain′t
no
cure
For
the
summertime
blues
Now
there
ain't
no
cure
For
the
summertime
blues
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