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Left for work this mornin'
without any warnin'
that little tiny gage said it's that time
so I started lookin'
but I just kept on lookin'
as I read the prices there upon those signs
soon I knew my luck was out
my tank was dry and just about
put me on my feet and send me cryin'
So I pulled up to a pump
feeling as dumb as a stump
grabbed that nozzle and bent over one more time
it's a pain in my gas
it's killin' me so fast
all my hard earned money just thrown away
blame bin Ladin or Sudan
Irak or Iran
all I know is this a-hurtin' just won't pass
there seems to be a real pain in my gas
so if you see me thumbin'
a-beggin' or a-bummin'
ponder these three questions that I ask
who's to blame for all my sorrow
does relief lie in tomorrow
in the meantime could I borrow
a little cash
'cause there's a pain in my gas
it's killin' me so fast
all my hard earned money just thrown away
blame bin Ladin or Sudan
Irak or Iran
all I know is this a-hurtin' just won't pass
there seems to be a real pain in my gas
help me doctor there's a deep pain in my gas
mr president there's a real pain in my gas
