Almost Out Of Gas - Greg Brown

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