Canīt find no sleeves for my records
Canīt get no laces for my shoes
Canīt get no fancy notes
On my blue guitar
Canīt get no antidote for blues
Canīt find the reasons for your actions
Or I donīt much like the reasoning you use
Somehow your motives are impure
Or somehow I canīt find the cure
Canīt find no antidote for blues
They say itīs mostly vanity
That writes the plays we act
They tell me thatīs what everybody knows
Thereīs no such thing as sanity
And thatīs the sanest fact
Thatīs the way the story goes
Canīt get no remedy on my TV
Thereīs nothing but the same old news
They canīt find a way to be
One world in harmony
Canīt get no antidote for blues
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