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E A  B7* E  x2

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      E                         A             E     E A  B7 E
I'm a-gonna raise a fuss, I'm a-gonna raise a holler
        E                            A             E     E A  B7 E
About a-workin' all summer, just to -try to earn a dollar
      A
Every time I call my baby, try to get a date
   E 
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 A  B7 E x2

        E                              A               E    E A  B7 E
Well my mom 'n poppa told me: Son, you gotta make some money
       E                         A           E     E A  B7 E
If you wanta use the car to go a-ridin' next Sunday
       A
Well I didn't go to to work, told the boss I was sick
         E 
"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 A  B7 E x2

     E                          A             E     E A  B7 E
I'm gonna take two weeks, gonna have a fine vacation
          E                      A      E      E A  B7 E
I'm gonna take my problem to the United Nations
       A
Well I called my Congressman and he said, quote:
     E 
"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