Can't get no sleeves for my records
Can't get no laces for my shoes
Can't get no fancy notes on my blue guitar
Can't get no antidote for . . . .
Blues . . . .
Oh yea . . .
Blues.

Can't find the reasons for your actions
Or I don't much like the reasoning you use
Somehow your motives are impure
Somehow I can't find the cure
Can't get no antidote for . . . .
Blues . . . .
Oh yea . . .
Blues.

They say it's mostly vanity
That writes the plays we act
They tell me that's what everybody knows
There's no such thing as sanity
And that's the sanest fact
That's the way the story goes
Oh yea . . . Oh yea . . .
Blue . . .

Can't get remedy on my TV
There's nothing but the same old news
They can't find a way to be
One world in harmony
Can't get no antidote for . . . .
Blues . . . .
Oh yea . . .
Blues.

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