Summertime Blues Lyrics - Covers - James Taylor

Well I'm gonna raise a fuss 

And I'm gonna raise a holler 

About working all summer 

Just trying to earn a dollar 

Well, I went to my boss 

Who governs me 

He said, "no, dice, bud 

You gotta work late" 

[Chorus] 

Sometime I wonder 

What I'm gonna 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 

Riding 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" 

[Chorus] 

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, "I''d like to help you, hon 

But you're too young to vote" 

[Chorus] 

Now there ain't no cure 

For the summertime blues 

Now there ain't no cure 

For the summertime blues