Left, right, left right left

^GPack em up Charlie ^Cgonna leave this ^Gplace ^GTurn our shoulders to the ^DIndie ^Gspace ^GIt don't matter if ya ^Cgone ^Gtoday ^GLong as everybody ^Dstay ^Gaway ^GRich is rich and ^Cpoor is ^Gpoor ^GAnd the money you have ain't ^Dgood no ^Gmore ^GWait in a line, ^Cwait in a ^Gline ^GHey mister can I ^Dbuy a little ^Gtime?

^DEverything you planted is ^Amgone to ^Cwrought ^GNo one around to pull the little you got ^DFour big wheels ^AmAmerican ^Csteel ^GPour gasoline on the killing field

March them soldiers down that line March them boys in straight time Good four boys like feel on the fire Bad news comin down the eggbeat wire Dance and turn til your fingers burn What if anything did you earn? Pain it tastes like a savage fire The blood lust of the youth gone wild Everything you planted is gone to wrought No one around to pull the little you got Four big wheels American steel Pour gasoline on the killing field Everybody's sick there's a fever going round Set it on fire, burn the whole thing down Go somewhere, he's gona do time Where nobody has to hear that terrible sound Everything you planted is gone to wrought No one around to pull the little you got Four big wheels American steel Pour gasoline on the killing field Pour gasoline on the killing field Pour gasoline on the killing field

Shovels & Rope - Gasoline