© Steve Wells 2001
Ain’t gonna take my guitar, in the carriage of a railroad van,
Getting up in the morning, is too early for a real blues man,
Walkin’ blues – all in my head,
The dyin’ crapshooter’s on an NHS bed,
Ask her for water – she brings me tea,
Bring me Gasoline
Bring me Gasoline
Come to the gig in my big blue car, with a thousand pounds worth of gear
The Stella’s for drinking, the Saturday night special – two for one and one free beer
Only matches, in my matchbox,
I leave my house, I make sure the door locks,
Ask her for water – she brings me tea,
Bring me Gasoline
Bring me Gasoline
Goin’ to the country – honey do you wanna go?
The car broke down, I can take 3 or 4 more,
In the Juke Joint Arms, the kids eat for free,
Bring me Gasoline
Bring me Gasoline
I’m talking a good blues game from my big blue house, got the goatee, got the waistcoat, got the hat.
Talk about my woman, but she’s never left me.
What are you all supposed to think of that?
I talk about railroads, I ain't ever been on a train,
I’m hollerin’ and I’m screamin’ if I’m caught in the rain,
Ask her for water – she brings me tea,
Bring me Gasoline
Bring me Gasoline
Bring me Gas,
Bring me Gas,
Please bring me Gasoline