CRUDE OIL BLUES
Writer Jerry Reed
Well now, listen people let me tell you some news
Iâll sing a song called the crude oil blues
Weâre low on heat .n all
Weâre low on gas
And Iâm so cold Iâm about to freeze myâŚ..self
We got the crude oil blues
âCause the winter time sure gets cold to the bottom of my shoes
Well my hands are shakinâ and my knees are weak
But it ainât because of love
Itâs from lack of heat
Iâm 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 boyâs thinkinâ
He got so cold he had to burn all his drinkinâ
Heâs got the crude oil blues
He said the wintertime can sure get cold to the bottom of your shoes
He said, burninâ this booze just destroys my soul
But thereâs one thing about it honey
When youâre cold, youâre cold
Iâve 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 released?â
He said, âSon, we ainât got enough oil to keep the pressed greasedâ
We got the crude oil blues
And son, if we canât make records then we donât need you
I said, âwhat am I gonna do if I canât sing and pick?â
He said, âwell just keep yourself warm playinâ all them hot licks
We got the crude oil blues.
Oh mama , donât forget to bring in the brass monkey
And remember what Albert Weinstein saidâŚthat coolinâ is condusive to cuddlinâŚ
Honey I love ya but pass the duck downâŚhey I read a sign on the pump at my
Favorite gas station the other dayâŚ
It said uh, âhe who expecteth nothinâ ainât gonna be deceived.
