Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Alan Jackson
Lead Vocals
Eddie Bayers
Drums
Glenn Worf
Electric Bass Guitar
Brent Mason
Electric Guitar
Larry Franklin
Fiddle
Hargus Robbins
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jerry Capehart
Songwriter
Eddie Cochran
Songwriter
Michael Ivins
Songwriter
Richard English
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Kelton
Mixing Engineer
Keith Stegall
Producer
Williams Hank
Mastering Engineer
Paula Montondo
Assistant Recording Engineer
Steve Lowery
Additional Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Well, I'ma gonna raise a fuss, I'm gonna raise a holler
About working all summer just to try and earn a dollar
Every time I call my baby to try to get a date
My boss says, "No dice, son, you gotta work late"
[Chorus]
Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do
'Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
[Verse 2]
Well, my mom and papa told me, "Son, you gotta make some money
If you wanna use the car to go riding next Sunday"
Well, I didn't go to work, told the boss I was sick
"Now you can't use the car 'cause you didn't work a lick"
[Chorus]
Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do
'Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
I'm gonna take two weeks, gonna have a vacation
I'm gonna take my problem to the United Nations
Well, I called my congressman and he said quote
"I'd like to help you, son, but you're too young to vote"
[Chorus]
Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do
'Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
[Verse 3]
Well I'ma gonna raise a fuss, I'm gonna raise a holler
About working all summer just to try and earn a dollar
Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do
'Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
[Chorus]
Yeah, sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do
'Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
[Outro]
No, there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
Written by: Eddie Cochran, Jerry Capehart