The 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 and all, we're low on gas
 And I'm so cold I'm 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 ain't because of love, it's from lack of heat
 I've got the crude oil blues
 I'm 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 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
 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 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, "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've got the crude oil blues
 Oh Mama, don't 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' ain't gonna be deceived'