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"

Writer : JERRY R. HUBBARD
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