Crude Oil Blues Lyrics - Singles - 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 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"