Summertime Blues

G5 G5 Bb5 G5 G5 Bb5 F5 F5 Ab5 F5 F5 Ab5 G5 G5 Bb5 G5 G5 Bb5 F5 F5 Ab5 F5 F5 Ab5 C5 C5 C5 Lord I got to raise a fuss C5 F5 G5 C5 Lord I got to raise a holler C5 About a workin' all summer C5 F5 G5 C5 Just to try to earn a dollar F5 Well, Lord, I tried to call my baby C5 I tried to get a date F5 Sometimes, I wonder what I'm gonna do C5 Lord, there ain't no cure for the summertime blues C5 Well my mom and papa told me C5 F5 G5 C5 "Son you gotta make some money" C5 Well if you wanna use the car C5 F5 G5 C5 To go a ridin' next sunday F5 Oh, Lord, I didn't go to work C5 I told the boss I was sick, said F5 Sometimes, I wonder what I'm gonna do C5 Lord, there ain't no cure for the summertime blues C5 I've got to take three weeks C5 F5 G5 C5 I gotta have a fine vacation C5 I gotta take my problems C5 F5 G5 C5 To the United Nations F5 I done told my congress man C5 And he said "vote" (dig this boy) F5 Sometimes, I wonder what I'm gonna do C5 Lord, there ain't no cure for the summertime blues Eb Eb Eb Eb G5 G5 Bb5 G5 G5 Bb5 F5 F5 Ab5 F5 F5 Ab5 G5 G5 Bb5 G5 G5 Bb5 F5 F5 Ab5 F5 F5 Eb5 E5 F5 Gb5 G5 Ab5 A5 Bb5 B5 B5 C5 C5 I've got to take three weeks C5 F5 G5 C5 I gotta have a fine vacation C5 I gotta take my problems C5 F5 G5 C5 To the United Nations F5 I done told my congress man C5 And he said "vote" (dig this boy) F5 Sometimes, I wonder what I'm gonna do C5 Lord, there ain't no cure for the summertime blues G5 G5 Bb5 G5 G5 Bb5 F5 F5 Ab5 F5 F5 Ab5 G5 G5 Bb5 G5 G5 Bb5 F5 F5 Ab5 F5 F5 Ab5