Crude Oil Blues

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 my,..self



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 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,