Well, now listen people let me tell you some news
Ill sing a song called the crude oil blues
Were low on heat and all, were low on gas
And Im so cold Im about to freeze myself
We got the crude oil blues
Gon the winter time sure gettin cold
To the bottom of my shoes
Well, my hands are shakin and my knees are weak
But it aint because of love, its from lack of heat
Ive got the crude oil blues
Im gonna tell you a story about this drunk I knew
He kept his basement full of homemade brew
But the winter got so bad it screwed up the boys thinkin
He got so cold he had to burn all his drinkin
Hes 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 theres one thing about it honey
When youre cold, youre cold
Ive got the crude oil blues
Hope I got somethin to
Generate a little heat
Alright, all you kids out there
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 aint got enough oil
To keep the presses greased
We got the crude oil blues
And son, if we cant make records then we dont need you
I said, What am I gonna do if I cant sing and pick?
He said, Well, just keep yourself warm playin all them hot licks
Weve got the crude oil blues
Oh Mama, dont forget to bring in the brass monkey
And remember what Albert Weinstein 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 yesterday
It said uh, He who expecteth nothin aint gonna be deceived