Interpret:

Billy Ray Cyrus

Album:

Wanna be your Joe

Left for work this mornin' 
without any warnin' 
that little tiny gage said it's that time 
so I started lookin' 
but I just kept on lookin' 
as I read the prices there upon those signs 


soon I knew my luck was out 
my tank was dry and just about 
put me on my feet and send me cryin' 
So I pulled up to a pump 
feeling as dumb as a stump 
grabbed that nozzle and bent over one more time 


it's a pain in my gas 
it's killin' me so fast 
all my hard earned money just thrown away 
blame bin Ladin or Sudan 
Irak or Iran 
all I know is this a-hurtin' just won't pass 
there seems to be a real pain in my gas 


so if you see me thumbin' 
a-beggin' or a-bummin' 
ponder these three questions that I ask 
who's to blame for all my sorrow 
does relief lie in tomorrow 
in the meantime could I borrow 
a little cash 


'cause there's a pain in my gas 
it's killin' me so fast 
all my hard earned money just thrown away 
blame bin Ladin or Sudan 
Irak or Iran 
all I know is this a-hurtin' just won't pass 
there seems to be a real pain in my gas 
help me doctor there's a deep pain in my gas 
mr president there's a real pain in my gas