Текст песни James Taylor - Summertime Blues
James Taylor - Summertime Blues слова песни
Well Im gonna raise a fussAnd Im gonna raise a hollerAbout workin all summerJust tryin to earn a dollarWell, I went to my bossWho governs meHe said, "no, dice, budYou gotta work late"Sometime I wonderWhat Im gonnna doThere aint no cureFor the summertime bluesWell, my mom and papa told meNow you better earn some moneyIf one of you is gonna goRidin next sundayWell, I didnt go to workI told my boss I was sickHe said, "you cant use the carcause you didnt work a lick"Sometime I wonderWhat Im gonnna doThere aint no cureFor the summertime bluesGonna save two weeksGonna have a fine vacationGonna take my problemTo the united nationsWell, I went to my congressmanHe sent me back a noteIt said, "id like to help you, honBut youre too young to vote"Sometime I wonderWhat Im gonnna doThere aint no cureFor the summertime bluesNow there aint no cureFor the summertime bluesNow there aint no cureFor the summertime blues