Lyrics:

Well, Lord, I got to raise a fuss
Lord, I got to raise a holler
About working all summer
Just to try to earn a dollar

Well, Lord, I tried to call my baby
I tried to get a date

Sometimes I wonder
What I'm-a gonna do
Lord, there ain't no cure
For the Summertime Blues

Well, my mom and poppa told me:
"Son, you got to make some money
Well, if you want to use the care
To go riding next Sunday"

Well Lord, I didn't go to work
I told the boss I was sick
He said

Sometimes I wonder
What I'm a gonna do
Lord, there ain't no cure
For the Summertime Blues

I got to take three weeks
I got to have a fine vacation
I got to take my problem
To the United Nations

I done told my congressman
And he said, quote, dig this, boy

Sometimes I wonder
What I'm a gonna do
Lord, there ain't no cure
For the Summertime Blues

I got to take three weeks
I got to have a fine vacation
I got to take my problem
To the United Nations

I done told my congressman
And he said, quote
Take this, boy

Sometimes I wonder
What I'm a gonna do
Lord, there ain't no cure
For the Summertime Blues

Oh, hey, ain't no cure