Letras: Greg Brown. Almost Out Of Gas.

How come the young fellas keep whippin' my ass?
I'm almost out of gas, almost out of gas.
If I was a Catholic, I'd take the last mass.
I'm almost out of gas, almost out of gas.

How come I don't give a shit about what's goin' on?
I'm almost out of gas, almost out of gas.
And I don't come visit, and I don't mow my lawn.
Almost out of gas, almost out of gas.

Well, there was a young woman, she gave me a ride, you know.
But it wasn't too long 'til she dumped me off at the side of the road.

There's TV-lookin' people all over the place.
I'm almost out of gas, almost out of gas.
I think the fuckers must be from outer space.
I'm almost out of gas, almost out of gas.

Well, I used to be a man could make his own plan.
I'm almost out of gas, almost out of gas.
Now ya just gotta get by the best you can.
I'm almost out of gas, almost out of gas.

Well, I'm stuck somewhere down by the Missouri line tonight.
If it wasn't for you, I'd be doin' fine, that's right.

Now when I'm dead just throw me in a ditch.
I'm almost out of gas, almost out of gas.
And I wish you good luck, you son of a bitch.
Almost out of gas, almost out of gas.

Almost out of gas, almost out of gas.
Almost out of gas, almost out of gas