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<i>[Originally by Eddie Cochran]</i>
Well, I'm gonna raise a fuss I'm gonna raise a holler About a working all summer Just to try to earn a dollar Well, time I called 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 Oh, well my Mom and Poppa told me, son You gotta make some money If you want to use the car To go ridin' next Sunday Well I didn't go to work Told the boss I was sick Well you can't use the car Cause you didn't work a lick Sometimes I wonder What I'm a gonna do But there ain't no cure For the summertime blues 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 congressman And he said, whoa 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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Sick at heart and lonely,
Deep in dark despair. Thinking one thought only Where is she tell me where. And if she says to you She don't love me Just give her my message Tell her of my plea And I know if she had me back again Well I would never make her sad. I've gotta heart full of soul. She's been gone such a long time Longer than I can bear But if she says she wants me Tell her that I'll be there And if she says to you She don't love me Just give her my message Tell her of my plea. |
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I've looked under chairs
I've looked under tables I've tried to find the key To fifty million fables They call me The Seeker I've been searching low and high I won't get to get what I'm after Till the day I die I asked Bobby Dylan I asked The Beatles I asked Timothy Leary But he couldn't help me either They call me The Seeker I've been searching low and high I won't get to get what I'm after Till the day I die People tend to hate me 'Cause I never smile As I ransack their homes They want to shake my hand Focusing on nowhere Investigating miles I'm a seeker I'm a really desperate man I won't get to get what I'm after Till the day I die I learned how to raise my voice in anger Yeah, but look at my face, ain't this a smile? I'm happy when life's good And when it's bad I cry I've got values but I don't know how or why I'm looking for me You're looking for you We're looking in at each other And we don't know what to do They call me The Seeker I've been searching low and high I won't get to get what I'm after Till the day I die |
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Oh, hello, Mr. Soul, I dropped by to pick up a reason
For the thought that I caught that my head is the event of the season Why in crowds just a trace of my face could seem so pleasin' I'll cop out to the change, but a stranger is putting the tease on I was down on a frown when the messenger brought me a letter I was raised by the praise of a fan who said I upset her Any girl in the world could have easily known me better She said you're strange, but don't change, and I let her In a while, will the smile on my face turn to plaster Stick around while the clown who is sick does the trick of disaster For the race of my head and my face is moving much faster Is it strange I should change I don't know, why don't you ask her [4x] |
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When I was a boy I thought about the times I'd be a man
I'd sit inside a bottle and pretend that I was in a can In my lonely room I'd sit my mind in an ice cream cone You can throw me if you wanna 'cause I'm a bone and I go Oop-ip-ip oop-ip-ip, yeah! If I don't start cryin' it's because that I have got no eyes My father's in the fireplace and my dog lies hypnotized Through a crack of light I was unable to find my way Trapped inside a night but I'm a day and I go Oop-ip-ip oop-ip-ip, yeah! One... Two... Three... Four! |
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Shapes of things before my eyes,
Just teach me to despise. Will time make men more wise? Here within my lonely frame, My eyes just hurt my brain. But will it seem the same? Come tomorrow, will I be older? Come tomorrow, may be a soldier. Come tomorrow, may I be bolder than today? Now the trees are almost green. But will they still be seen? When time and tide have been. Come tomorrow, will I be older? Come tomorrow, may be a soldier. Come tomorrow, may I be bolder than today Fall into your passing hands. Please don't destroy these lands. Don't make them desert sands. Come tomorrow, will I be older? Come tomorrow, may be a soldier. Come tomorrow, may I be bolder than today? Soon I hope that I will find, Thoughts deep within my mind. That won't disgrace my kind. |
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I went down to the crossroads, fell down on my knees
Down to the crossroads, fell down on my knees Asked the Lord above for mercy, save me if you please I went down to the crossroads, tried to flag a ride Down to the crossroads, tried to flag a ride Nobody seemed to know me, everybody passed me by Well I'm going down to Rosedale, take my rider by my side I'm going down to Rosedale, take my rider by my side You can still barrelhouse, baby, on the riverside Well I'm going down to Rosedale, take my rider by my side I'm going down to Rosedale, take my rider by my side You can still barrelhouse, baby, on the riverside You can run, you can run, tell my friend boy Willie Brown You can run, you can run, tell my friend boy Willie Brown And I'm standing at the crossroads, I believe I'm sinkin' down |
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