| How come the young fellas keep whippin' my ass?
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| I’m almost out of gas, almost out of gas
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| If I was a Catholic, I’d take the last mass
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| I’m almost out of gas, almost out of gas
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| How come I don’t give a shit about what’s goin' on?
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| I’m almost out of gas, almost out of gas
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| And I don’t come visit, and I don’t mow my lawn
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| Almost out of gas, almost out of gas
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| Well, there was a young woman, she gave me a ride, you know
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| But it wasn’t too long 'til she dumped me off at the side of the road
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| There’s TV-lookin' people all over the place
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| I’m almost out of gas, almost out of gas
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| I think the fuckers must be from outer space
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| I’m almost out of gas, almost out of gas
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| Well, I used to be a man could make his own plan
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| I’m almost out of gas, almost out of gas
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| Now ya just gotta get by the best you can
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| I’m almost out of gas, almost out of gas
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| Well, I’m stuck somewhere down by the Missouri line tonight
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| If it wasn’t for you, I’d be doin' fine, that’s right
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| Now when I’m dead just throw me in a ditch
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| I’m almost out of gas, almost out of gas
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| And I wish you good luck, you son of a bitch
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| Almost out of gas, almost out of gas
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| Almost out of gas, almost out of gas
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| Almost out of gas, almost out of gas |