Summertime Blues piano leadsheet with chords

Well, I'm agonna raise a fuss,

me, I'm agonna raise a holler,

about a take ing use the summer just to try to earn a dollar.

Ev'ry time I call my baby,

try to get a date, "Now,

my boss to says, "No dice,

son, you gotta work a late."

Sometimes I wonder what I'm agonna do,

but there ain't no cure for the summertime blues.

Oh well, my mom 'n' papa told me,

"Son, you've got to make some money

I'm if you take to my the car to go ariding next ed Sunday."

Well, I didn't go to work,

and boss man I was sick.

"Now, "I'd can't to use the car 'cause you didn't work to lick."

Sometimes I wonder what I'm agonna do,

but there ain't no cure for the summertime blues.