Brett Kissel - Guitars and gasoline

^CRed hot, jet black to^Dp ^EmSunset in your eyes ^CRock 'n' roll on the radi^Do ^EmKeeping perfect time With the^D hum of the ^Cengine Girl everything's ^Dfixing up right There ain't ^Cnothing left to do On a small town Friday night So let's try

What you say^D we gas ^Cup ^D Heavy on the h^Cammer Let the horses ^Drun Baby turn the ^Ctrack up ^D Then it makes us ^Cfeel The way that Springsteen ^Ddoes Yeah, little ^Cborn in the USA In the middle of a wide open two-lane Can't n^Dothing spark a flame in two hearts Like g^Cuitars an^Dd gasoli^Cne ^{G D}

^CYou got the shotgun dance sh^Dow ^EmI got that console layin^Dg T^Che way you keep getting clo^Dser ^EmIt's hard to keep it in between ^DThe white and the ^Cyellow Girl I say let's ^Dblow right past That ^Emwelcome sign to the county line ^CAnd never look back

^CWhat you say we gas up^D Heavy on the h^Cammer Let the h^Gorses run ^D Baby turn the ^Ctrack up ^D Then it makes us ^Cfeel The way that Springsteen ^Ddoes Yeah, little ^Cborn in the USA In the middle of a wide open two-lane Can't n^Dothing spark a flame in two hearts Like gu^Citars a^Dnd gasol^Cine ^{G D} Fast c^Cars a^Dnd ben^Cding str^Gings^D

^CWhat you say we gas up ^D Flying like a ^Cbullet shot out of a g^Dun Baby turn the^C track up^D Then it makes us f^Ceel The way that Springsteen ^Ddoes ^GYeah, little ^Cborn in the USA In the middle of a wide open two-lane Can't n^Dothing spark a flame in two hearts Like ^Cguitars ^Dand ga^Csolin^Ge ^D Like ^Cguitars^D and gas^Colin^Ge ^D