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The Smell Of Gas
I love the smell of gasoline,
and I love an older car.
I never drove it fast, and I never drove it far.
I just sit here in the front seat,
and stare at the stars.
I got it from this biker,
he said "you're gonna like her"
It'll stop on a dime, and got more chrome than a silvermine.
It never won't turn over, you can sleep in it till you're sober,
and folks are always giving you the right of way.
But the wheelskirts were missing,
the gas gauge wouldn't budge.
The wipers just made it worse, am I cursed from above?
The radio caught on fire, and fried the power seats,
and there's this overwhelming smell of roses and bleach.
Now there's nothing I love more,
than a slow and peaceful ride.
I thought of all the people who came to lay down here inside.
From the Mississippi Chapel to the Meaford Tabernacle.
I wondered how they lived and wondered how they died.
Now the lady said I was crazy,
the clerk said I was sick.
The cop said it was just creepy, and that I had no respect.
So maybe we best retire, like all your sudden guests.
It's time I put you out to pasture, and lay you to rest.
So I took his fifty dollars,
and I handed him the keys.
My stomach tied a knot, as it squealed up the street.
Cause he drove it like a jackass, I shouted "hey not so fast!"
Cause I respect an older car, and I love the smell of gas.
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Cause I respect an older car, and I love the smell of gas.
Cause he drove it like a jackass, I shouted "hey not so fast!"
My stomach tied a knot, as it squealed up the street.
and I handed him the keys.
So I took his fifty dollars,
It's time I put you out to pasture, and lay you to rest.
So maybe we best retire, like all your sudden guests.
The cop said it was just creepy, and that I had no respect.
the clerk said I was sick.
Now the lady said I was crazy,
I wondered how they lived and wondered how they died.
From the Mississippi Chapel to the Meaford Tabernacle.
I thought of all the people who came to lay down here inside.
than a slow and peaceful ride.
Now there's nothing I love more,
and there's this overwhelming smell of roses and bleach.
The radio caught on fire, and fried the power seats,
The wipers just made it worse, am I cursed from above?
the gas gauge wouldn't budge.
But the wheelskirts were missing,
and folks are always giving you the right of way.
It never won't turn over, you can sleep in it till you're sober,
It'll stop on a dime, and got more chrome than a silvermine.
he said "you're gonna like her"
I got it from this biker,
and stare at the stars.
I just sit here in the front seat,
I never drove it fast, and I never drove it far.
and I love an older car.
I love the smell of gasoline,
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