Burnin' Gasoline Lyrics

He was an old country singer; sparks flew from his fingers
as he stood behind a chicken wire cage,
and the songs he was singin�, they were soulful and honest,
but the frat boys booed him off of the stage.
I bought him a drink and sat down at his table.
He said, �boy, if I look tired, I am�
I drove four-hundred miles just to play for the tip jar,
and nobody here gives a damn.�

CHORUS:
�I�ve spent my life out on some lonesome highway
dead set on chasin� a dream.
There was a time when this road led somewhere,
but now I�m just out here
burnin� gasoline.�

Well, we drank a few more and he talked about the old days
when he wrote songs for Conway and Merle.
He said, �son, my tunes were the heart of country music,
but now it�s a whole different world.�
I said, �here�s to the good ones,� and we turned up our bottles
as the bar owner walked through the crowd.
He said, �it�s gettin� late, and you haven�t played your last set,�
and the old man said, �oh, yes I have.�

REPEAT CHORUS

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