Текст: Alan Jackson. Who I Am. Summertime Blues.

Well, I'm gonna raise a fuss, I'm gonna raise a holler
About workin' all summer just to try an' earn a dollar
Every time I call my baby, to try to get a date
My boss says, "No dice, son, you gotta work late"

Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do
'Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues

Well, my mom an' papa told me, "Son, you gotta make some money
If you wanna use the car to go 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

Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do
'Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues

I'm gonna take two weeks, gonna have a vacation
I'm gonna take my problem to the United Nation
Well, I called my Congressman and he said quote
"I'd like to help you son, but you're too young to vote"

Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do
'Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues

Well, I'm gonna raise a fuss, I'm gonna raise a holler
About workin' all summer just to try an' earn a dollar

Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do
'Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
Yeah, sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do
'Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues

No there ain't no cure for the summertime blues