Mobil station where I stand

This old gas pump in my hand

My boss don't like me got a face like a weasel

Oil on my hands and the smell of diesel

Here come a big shot from the city

V8 engine she runs so pretty

'Fill her up son unleaded

I need a full tank a gas where I'm headed'

Up in the front seat a pretty red head

'We're going to Vegas we're gonna get wed'

'So fill her up son don't be staring

That's a real diamond she be wearing'

I'm gonna take my baby one day

I'm gonna fill her up and head west

I'm going find some money all right

See those tail lights heading west

I got no money to invest

I got no prospects, or education

I was lucky getting a job at this gas station

That old cash box on the top shelf

The boss is sleeping, I'll just help myself

Let's consider this as just a loan

I can sort it out later on the 'phone

I'm gonna pick my girl up tonight

I'm gonna fill her up and head west

I'm gonna show her all the bright lights

We're gonna say we lived 'for 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

It's like I'm walked into a glade of heaven

And there's music playing

This money is cold in my hand

And a voice somewhere is saying

'Why would you wanna take that stolen thing

And What real happiness can bring?'

You're gonna fill her up with sadness

You're gonna fill her up with shame

You're gonna fill her up with sorrow

Before she even takes your name

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