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Joan Jett & The Blackhearts
Joan Jett & The Blackhearts
Исполнитель
Joan Jett
Joan Jett
Гитара
Lee Crystal
Lee Crystal
Барабаны
Gary Ryan
Gary Ryan
Бас
Ricky Byrd
Ricky Byrd
Вокал
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Jerry Capehart
Jerry Capehart
Автор песен
Eddie Cochran
Eddie Cochran
Автор песен
Michael Ivins
Michael Ivins
Автор песен
Richard English
Richard English
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Kenny Laguna
Kenny Laguna
Продюсер
Ritchie Cordell
Ritchie Cordell
Продюсер

Слова

[Verse 1]
Well, I'm gonna raise a fuss and I'm gonna raise a holler
About workin' all summer just tryin' to earn a dollar
Well, I went to my boss that governs me
He said, "No, dice, bud, you gotta work late"
Sometimes I wonder what I'm ever gonna do
There ain't no cure for the summertime blues
[Instrumental]
Well, my mom and papa told me, "Now you better earn some money"
If one of you is gonna go ridin' next Sunday
Well, I didn't go to work, I told my boss I was sick
He said, "You can't use the car 'cause you didn't work a lick"
Sometimes I wonder what I'm ever gonna do
There ain't no cure for the summertime blues
[Instrumental]
Gonna save two weeks, gonna have a fine vacation
Gonna take my problem to the United Nations
Well, I went to my Congressman, he sent me back a note
It said, "I'd like to help you, hon, but you're too young to vote"
Sometimes I wonder what I'm ever gonna do
There ain't no cure for the summertime blues
[Outro]
Now there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
Now there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
Written by: Eddie Cochran, Jerry Capehart
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