Cant find no sleeves for my records
Cant get no laces for my shoes
Cant get no fancy notes
On my blue guitar
Cant get no antidote for blues

Cant find the reasons for your actions
Or I dont much like the reasoning you use
Somehow your motives are impure
Or somehow I cant find the cure
Cant find no antidote for blues

They say its mostly vanity
That writes the plays we act
They tell me thats what everybody knows
Theres no such thing as sanity
And thats the sanest fact
Thats the way the story goes

Cant get no remedy on my tv
Theres nothing but the same old news
They cant find a way to be
One world in harmony
Cant get no antidote for blues