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• Текст, перевод и аккорды “Summertime Blues”

• I'm a gonna raise a fuss I'm a gonna raise a holler about a workin' all summer just to try to earn a dollar ev'ry time I call my Baby try to get a date my Boss says No dice, Son,you gotta work late . Sometimes I wonder what I'm a gonna do but there ain't no cure for the Summertime Blues. A well my Mom 'n' Papa told me Son, you gotta make some money,if you wantta use the carto go a ridin' next Sunday, 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. (I'm gonna) take two weeks gonna have a fine vacation I'm gonna take my problem to the United Nations ! Well I called my Congressmen and he quote I'd like to help you, Son,but you're too young to vote . Sometimes I wonder what I'm a gonna do but there ain't no cure for the Summertime Blues.

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