Well now, listen people let me tell you some news I'll sing a song called the crude oil blues We're low on heat 'n' all We're low on gas And I'm so cold I'm about to freeze myself 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 ain't because of love It's from lack of heat I'm gonna tell you a story about this drunk I know He kept his basement full of homemade brew But the winter got so bad it screwed up the boy's thinkin' He got so cold he had to burn all his drinkin' He's 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 there's one thing about it honey When you're cold, you're cold I've 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 ain't got enough oil to keep the pressed greased" We got the crude oil blues And son, if we can't make records then we don't need you I said, "What am I gonna do if I can't sing and pick?" He said, "Well just keep yourself warm playin' all them hot licks" We got the crude oil blues. Oh mama, don't forget to bring in the brass monkey And remember what Albert Einstein said "That coolin' is conducive to cuddlin'" Honey I love ya but pass the duck down Hey I read a sign on the pump at my favorite gas station the other day It said uh, "He who expecteth nothin' ain't gonna be deceived"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
