The Crude Oil Blues

Well, now listen people let me tell you some news I'll sing a song called the crude oil blues We're low on heat and all, we're low on gas And I'm so cold I'm about to freeze myself We got the crude oil blues 'Gon the winter time sure gettin' cold To the bottom of my shoes Well, my hands are shakin' and my knees are weak But it ain't because of love, it's from lack of heat I've got the crude oil blues I'm gonna tell you a story about this drunk I knew He kept his basement full of homemade brew But the winter got so bad it screwed up the boy's thinkin' He got so cold he had to burn all his drinkin' He's got the crude oil blues He said the wintertime can sure get cold To the bottom of your shoes He said, burnin' this booze just destroys my soul But there's one thing about it honey When you're cold, you're cold I've got the crude oil blues Hope I got somethin' to Generate a little heat Alright, all you kids out there Well, when we made this record There was a little bit of doubt Whether or not the thing Was ever gonna come out I said, "Hey chief, you reckon this record will be released?" He said, "Son, we ain't got enough oil To keep the presses greased" We got the crude oil blues And son, if we can't make records then we don't need you I said, "What am I gonna do if I can't sing and pick?" He said, "Well, just keep yourself warm playin' all them hot licks" We've got the crude oil blues Oh Mama, don't forget to bring in the brass monkey And remember what Albert Weinstein said That coolin' is conducive to cuddlin' Honey, I love ya but pass the duck down Hey, I read a sign on the pump at my Favorite gas station the yesterday It said uh, 'He who expecteth nothin' ain't gonna be deceived'