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CRUDE OIL BLUES
Writer Jerry Reed
Well now, listen people let me tell you some news
Ill sing a song called the crude oil blues
Were low on heat .n all
Were low on gas
And Im so cold Im about to freeze my..self
We got the crude oil blues
Cause the winter time sure gets cold to the bottom of my shoes
Well my hands are shakin and my knees are weak
But it aint because of love
Its from lack of heat
Im gonna tell you a story anout this drunk I know
He kept his basement full of homemade brew
But the winter got so bad it screwed up the boys thinkin
He got so cold he had to burn all his drinkin
Hes 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 theres one thing about it honey
When youre cold, youre cold
Ive got the crude oil blues
Well, when we made this record there was a little bit of doubt
Whether or not the ting was ever gonna come out
I said, hey chief, you reckon this record will be released?
He said, Son, we aint got enough oil to keep the pressed greased
We got the crude oil blues
And son, if we cant make records then we dont need you
I said, what am I gonna do if I cant sing and pick?
He said, well just keep yourself warm playin all them hot licks
We got the crude oil blues.
Oh mama , dont forget to bring in the brass monkey
And remember what Albert Weinstein saidthat coolin is condusive to cuddlin
Honey I love ya but pass the duck downhey I read a sign on the pump at my
Favorite gas station the other day
It said uh, he who expecteth nothin aint gonna be deceived.