Song Lyrics

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. 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 in holy water, spiritual things the heart land 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
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

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

Cody Bryan Cannon

The duration of Gasoline is 3:59 minutes and seconds.