Summertime Blues / Out of Focus
Well, Lord, I got to raise a fuss, Lord, I got to raise a holler About a-workin' all summer just to try to earn a dollar Well, Lord, I tried to call my baby, I tried to get a date Sometimes I wonder what I'm a-gonna do Lord, there ain't no cure for the summertime blues Well, my mom and papa told me, "Son, you got to make some money" "Well, if you wanna use the car to go a ridin' next Sunday" Oh, Lord, I didn't go to work, I told the boss I was sick, said Sometimes I wonder what I'm a-gonna do Lord, there ain't no cure for the summertime blues I've got to take three weeks, I've got to have a fine vacation I got to take my problem to the United Nations I done told my Congressman and he said quote, "Dig this boy" Sometimes I wonder what I'm a-gonna do Lord, there ain't no cure for the summertime blues Oh! I've got to take three weeks, I've got to have a fine vacation I got to take my problem to the United Nations I done told my Congressman and he said quote, "Dig this boy" Sometimes I wonder what I'm a-gonna do Lord, there ain't no cure for the summertime blues Whoa, there ain't no cure
Submitted by NecroLord — Feb 27, 2026
A cold, cold darkness and past confusion Is quickly calling, yeah, all of my illusions Now won't somebody, tell me what's wrong Tell me what's wrong with me From within, the magic madness I could feel deep in my heart a little bit of gladness Now won't somebody tell me what's wrong Tell me what's wrong with me Won't somebody tell me what's wrong? Oh Lord, I been searchin', searchin' so long Won't somebody, won't somebody Tell me what's wrong with me? Won't somebody tell me what's wrong? Oh Lord, I been searchin', searchin' so long Won't somebody, won't somebody Tell me what's wrong with me? And then from out of a mystic dream There came an angel, she spread her wings Now don't nobody tell me what's wrong Tell me what's wrong with me
Submitted by The Void — Feb 27, 2026