Hicksville Bombers

Lyrics

<p>Words and music by David John Brown</p>
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<h1><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Low on gas</span></h1>
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<p>Get up in the morning, alarm didn&rsquo;t ring,</p>
<p>Out to work didn&rsquo;t eat a thing,</p>
<p>A 9 hour day I&rsquo;ve got to do,</p>
<p>No food to eat how will I get through,</p>
<p>This whole day ain&rsquo;t going fast,</p>
<p>I&rsquo;m feeling weak,</p>
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<p>Low on gas, low on gas, low on gas, low on gas.</p>
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<p>I get in the car, ignition on,</p>
<p>Drive up the street thinking nothings wrong,</p>
<p>Red light beeps, needles down,</p>
<p>Fuel gauge empty, too far from town,</p>
<p>Driving slow, watching people pass,</p>
<p>Can&rsquo;t rev to hard,</p>
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<p>Low on gas, low on gas, low on gas, low on gas.</p>
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<p>I get home note on the window sill,</p>
<p>Red letter says I aint payed my bill,</p>
<p>I ring them up but they just scoff,</p>
<p>Its gone to far, they&rsquo;ll turn the service off,</p>
<p>Feeling cold like a monkey made of brass,</p>
<p>Can&rsquo;t light the fire-</p>
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<p>Low on gas, low on gas, low on gas, low on gas.</p>
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<p>Go for a drink at the local bar,</p>
<p>Feeling good with a couple of jars,</p>
<p>Pretty girl we get on fine, till I ask, her place or mine,</p>
<p>She said she&rsquo;s she&rsquo;s tired I&rsquo;ll have to pass,</p>
<p>I&rsquo;m sorry boy I&rsquo;m</p>
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<p>Low on gas, low on gas, low on gas, low on gas.</p>
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<p>DJ plays my favorite song,</p>
<p>Lightnin&rsquo; Hopkins got to bop along,</p>
<p>On the floor with legs like lead,</p>
<p>I really should be home in bed,</p>
<p>Don&rsquo;t quite know how long I&rsquo;ll last</p>
<p>3 minutes long, I&rsquo;m</p>
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<p>Low on gas, low on gas, low on gas, low on gas.</p>