Can't find no sleeves for my records
Can't get no laces for my shoes
Can't get no fancy notes

On my blue guitar
Can't get no antidote for blues


Can't find the reasons for your actions
Or I don't much like the reasoning you use
Somehow your motives are impure

Or somehow I can't find the cure
Can't find no antidote for 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


Can't get no remedy on my TV
There's nothing but the same old news

They can't find a way to be
One world in harmony
Can't get no antidote for blues