The Crude Oil Blues
Jerry Reed - Topic
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Well, now listen people let me tell you some news
I sing a song called the crude oil blues
We're low on heat, Lord, we're low on gas
And I'm so cold I'm 'bout to freeze myself
We got the crude oil blues
Lord, the wintertime sure gettin' 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 the lack of heat
I got the crude oil blues
I'm gonna tell you a story 'bout this drunk I knew
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 got the crude oil blues
Aw, back up son, let me generate a little heat
Alright
Aw, juke it, son
Yeah
Well, when we made this record there was a little bit of doubt
Whether or not the thing was ever gonna come out
I said, "Hey chief, you reckon this record'll be released?"
He said, "Son, we ain't even got enough
Oil to keep the presses greased"
We got the crude oil blues
And son, if we can't make a record then we don't need you
I said, "Well 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
Aw mama, don't forget to bring in the brass monkey
And remember what Albert Weinstein said
That coolin' is conducive to cuddlin'
Honey, I love you but pass the duck down
Hey
I read a sign on the pump at my favorite gas station yesterday
It said, uh, "He who expected nothing ain't gonna be deceived"