Left, right, left right left

^FPack em up Charlie ^Fgonna leave this ^Fplace ^FTurn our shoulders to the ^GIndie ^Fspace ^FIt don't matter if ya ^Fgone ^Ftoday ^FLong as everybody ^Gstay ^Faway ^FRich is rich and ^Fpoor is ^Fpoor ^FAnd the money you have ain't ^Ggood no ^Fmore ^FWait in a line, ^Fwait in a ^Fline ^FHey mister can I ^Gbuy a little ^Ftime?

^GEverything you planted is ^Dmgone to ^Fwrought ^FNo one around to pull the little you got ^GFour big wheels ^DmAmerican ^Fsteel ^FPour 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