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        [Verses]
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        I'm gonna raise a fuss
        I'm gonna raise A holler E E A  B7 E
        
        E
        'Bout a workin' all summer
        Just to try to earn A dolllar E E A B7 E 

        A 
        Well time to call my baby, try to get a date
        My boss says "no dice son you gotta work late"
        A
        Sometimes I wonder what I'm a'gonna do
                  E
        But there ain't no cure for the summertime 
        blues E E A B7 E  E E A  B7 E

        E 
        Well my Mom and Poppa told me
        Son you gotta make some money E E A  B7 E

        E
        If you wanna use the car 
        to go A'ridin next sunday E E A  B7 E



        E 
        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"
        A 
        Sometimes I wonder what I'm a'gonna do
                  E
        But there ain't no cure for the summertime 
        blues E E A  B7 E  E E A  B7 E



        E
        I'm gonna take two weeks
        Gonna have A fine vacation E E A  B7 E

        E
        Sometimes I wonder what I'm a'gonna do
          E
        But there ain't no cure for the summertime 
        blues E E A  B7 E  E E A  B7 E



        E
        I'm gonna take my problem to the United Nations E E A  B7 E

        E
        Well I called my congressman and he said 
        "quote"
        "I'd like to help you son but you're too young 
        to vote'

        A
        Sometimes I wonder what I'm a'gonna do
                  E
        But there ain't no cure for the summertime 
        blues E E A  B7 E E A  B7 E.