One World - Remastered 1996

Can't get no sleeves for my records Can't get no laces for my shoes Can't get no fancy notes On my blue guitar I can't get no antidote for blues Oh yeah, blues I can't find the reasons for your actions I don't much like the reasoning you use Somehow your motives are impure Somehow I can't find the cure Can't get no antidote for blues Oh yeah, blues They say it's mostly vanity That writes the plays we act They tell me that's what everybody knows There's no such thing as sanity And that's the sanest fact That's the way the story goes Oh yeah, oh yeah Ooh Can't get no remedy on my TV It's nothing but the same old news Well, they can't find a way to be One world in harmony Can't get no antidote for blues Oh yeah, blues Blues Yeah, yeah Blues Alright