Lyrics Gasoline - Whiskey Myers

I don′t mind work and I love to fish
I been known as a son of a bitch
When life gets tough I roll my sleeves up
Yeah, I get it done it's always enough
I toil real hard with nothing to show
I owe it all to the savings and loan
So break our backs and make us slaves
All for the love of the USA

Times get harder give me a fire starter
Drench my self up in holy water
Spiritual things the heartland bleeds
I need a Bible, a gun and gasoline

Ain′t nothing much to do in this town
The industry's gone and the mill has closed down
And up on the hill lives a Jezebel
She's got some sin and some pills to sell
So no need to lie with your opium eyes
When you got a script there′s no need to hide
Bitch and moan and dance in the street
We would rather have bombs then food to eat

Times get harder give me a fire starter
Drench my self up in holy water
Spiritual things the heartland bleeds
I need a Bible, a gun and gasoline

And you think that you′re really gonna make a change
Maybe you and I are the ones to blame

Times get harder give me a fire starter
Drench my self up in holy water
Spiritual things the heartland bleeds
I need a Bible, a gun and gasoline

Times get harder give me a fire starter
Drench my self up in holy water
Spiritual things the heartland bleeds
I need a Bible, a gun and gasoline

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