Gallon of Gas

Posted on August 19, 2010

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To the Tune of Bottle of Wine

Gallon of gas, fuel of the past, when you gonna let me start hiking?
Leave me alone, let me go home. Let me go home and start biking.

Driving around this crowded old town, stuck behind Critical Mass,
Time’s getting rough, I ain’t got enough
to buy me a gallon of gas.

Gallon of gas, fuel of the past, when you gonna let me start hiking?
Leave me alone, let me go home. Let me go home and start biking.

Soot in the air, concrete everywhere, my wallet is empty, Alas!
Out in the street I tell the people I meet
to buy me a gallon of gas.

Gallon of gas, fuel of the past, when you gonna let me start hiking?
Leave me alone, let me go home. Let me go home and start biking.

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