E A  B7 E  x2

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I'm a-gonna raise a fuss, I'm a-gonna raise a holler  
        E                           A             E    E A  B7 E
About a-worki' all summer, just to -try to earn a dollar
      A
Every time I call my baby, try to get a date
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My boss says: No dice son, you gotta work late

A
Sometimes I wonder what I'm a-gonna do
          E
But there ain't no cure for the summertime blues

E A  B7 E x2

E                                       A                E   E A  B7 E
Well my mom and poppa told me: Son, you gotta make some  money  
E                                A           E    E A  B7 E
If you wanta use the car to go a-ridin' next Sunday   
       A
Well I didn't go to to work, told the boss I was sick
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Now you can't use the car 'cause you didn't work a lick

A
Sometimes I wonder what I'm a-gonna do
          E
But there ain't no cure for the summertime blues

E A  B7 E x2

E                         A                   E      E A  B7 E
I'm gonna take two weeks, gonna have a fine vacation  
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I'm gonna take my problem to the United Nations
A
Well I called my Congressman and he said, quote:
    E                                                  E
I'd like to help you son, but you're too young to vote

A
Sometimes I wonder what I'm a-gonna do
          E
But there ain't no cure for the summertime blues

E A  B7 E x5