Crude Oil Blues

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 oil we're low on gas

And I'm so cold I'm 'bout 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 the lack of heat

I've 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 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 thing 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 presses greased

We got the crude oil blues

And son if we can't make records 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

Oh mama don't forget to bring in the brass monkey

And remember what Albert Winestein 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 yesterday

It said uh he who expecteth nothin' ain't gonna be deceived