crude oil blues
writer jerry reed
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 myâself
we got the crude oil blues
âcause 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 anout 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 âhey chief you reckon this record will be releasedâ
he said âson we ain’t got enough oil to keep the pressed greasedâ
we got the crude oil blues
and son if we can’t make records then we don’t need you
i said âwhat am i gonna do if i can’t sing and pickâ
he said âwell 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 weinstein saidâthat coolin’ is condusive to cuddlinâ
honey i love ya but pass the duck downâhey i read a sign on the pump at my
favorite gas station the other dayâ
it said uh âhe who expecteth nothin’ ain’t gonna be deceived
Artist: Jerry Reed
Year: 1974
Decade: 70s
Language: en
Word Count: 188