Mobile station, Where I stand This old gas pump In my hand.
The boss dont like me Face like a weasel, All on my hands The smell of diesel.
Here comes the big shot, Here he comes! From the city. God damn! A v-8 engine She runs so pretty. Woo! Fill er up son With unleaded. I need a full tank of gas Where Im headed Up in the front seat A pretty red head, Were going to vegas Were gonna get wed So fill her up son! Dont be starin! Yeah thats a real diamond she be wearin. Im gonna treat my baby one day. Im gonna fill her up and head out west. Im gonna find some money alright. yeah Thats it. See those tail lights headed west I got no money To invest I got no prospects Or education I was lucky to get the job at this gas station
That old cash box That old cash box On the top shelf On the top shelf The boss is sleeping The boss is sleeping Ill just help myself Lets consider this As just a loan I can sort it out later on the phone
Im gonna pick my girl up tonight Im gonna fill er up and head west Im gonna show her all the bright lights Were gonna say we lived fore we come home And as I head through the woods on the way back The evening sun is slanting through the pine trees real pretty Its like I walked into a glade of heaven And theres music playing And this money is cold in my hand and voice somewhere says: why were you going to take that stolen thing? What real happiness can it bring? Ahhh ohhhh ahhhh ohhhh Ahhhohhhh......ohhhh Youre gonna fill her up with sadness Youre gonna fill her up with shame Youre gonna fill her up with sorrow before she even takes your name Youre gonna fill her up with madness Youre gonna fill her up with pain Youre gonna live with no tommorow Youre gonna fill her up with hate Youre gonna fill her up darkness Youre gonna fill her up with light You gotta fill her up with jesus! You gotta fill her up with light! You gotta fill her up with spirit! fill her up! Youve gotta fill her up with faith You gotta fill her up with heaven! Youve got the rest of life to face Youve gotta fill her up right away Youve gotta fill her up with faith Youve gotta fill her up with babies(? !!? ) Youve gotta fill her up with this way Youre gonna love that girl forever Your gonna fill her up for life Youre gonna be her loving husband She gonna be your loving wife Youve gotta fill her up with gladness. You gotta fill her up with joy! You gotta fill her up with love, you gotta fill her up with love You gotta fill her up with love
Compositor: Gordon Matthew Sumner (PRS)Editor: Songs Of Universal Inc (BMI)Publicado em 2007 (03/Out) e lançado em 1999 (28/Set)ECAD verificado obra #33905908 e fonograma #1271480 em 27/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM