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    Gasoline

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    Gasoline
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      About "Gasoline"

      Lyrics for Sheryl Crow - "Gasoline"

      Way back in the year of 2017
      The sun was growing hotter
      And oil was way beyond it's peak
      When crazy Hector Johnson broke into the refinery
      And the black gold started flowing
      Just like Boston tea

      It was the summer of the riots
      And London suffered sweltering heat
      And the gangs of Mini Coopers
      Took the battle to the streets
      But when the creed was handed down
      For no more trucks and no more cars
      They threw cans of petrol through the windows at Scotland Yard

      And they yelled,

      [Chorus]
      Gasoline
      Will be free, will be free
      Gasoline
      Will be free, will be free

      When the Mounties stormed the palace of the Saudi family
      They held them up for ransom
      Without disturbing their high tea
      But their getaway was shaky
      They stalled in the Riyadh streets
      'Cause you can't make it very far
      When your tank is on empty

      The final can of gasoline was loaded on a truck
      And driven through the streets of Agra to the palace aqua duct
      You see, all the majesty of worship that once adorned these fatal halls
      Was just a target for the angry
      As they blew up the Taj Mahal

      [Chorus: x2]

      Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
      Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
      Oh yeah, yeah, yeah

      My friend, Gary ran a market way down in Tennessee
      Where all the farmers got together and talked about this great country
      But when the government turned its back on farming
      Man, what I hear
      They dragged the pumps out of the ground
      With a big vintage John Deere

      Well I have soldiers on my payroll
      Standing guard on my front drive
      Snipers on the roof poised at those
      Who don't want me alive

      'Cause they audited my taxes
      My family under threat
      'Cause I've got a message and a megaphone
      And I'll scream it to the death

      [Chorus: x2]

      Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
      Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
      Oh yeah, yeah, yeah

      You got the farms in Argentina
      Making fuel from sugar cane
      You got the bastards in Washington
      Afraid of popping the greed vain

      'Cause the money's in the pipeline
      And pipeline's running dry
      And we'll be the last to recognize
      Where there is shit there is always flies.

      SONGWRITERS:
      BOTTRELL, BILL / CROW, SHERYL / TROTT, JEFF
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