Terri Clark

A Little Gasoline

Throwing pictures out the window

Scattered by the way the wind blows

Bye Bye Baby , that's the last I'll see of you

Shoebox full of old love letters

I'll tear each one till I feel better

And I won't look back, cause I don't like the view

What my heart needs now is rest

So I'm packing up and I'm headed west

My mind's made up, I'll put it to the test

Pushing myself and this old maching

Burning fumes and what's left of my dreams

Let 'em go cause I don't need no strings

Just give me a road and a Little Gasoline

We talked in circles 'til the words ran out

And it all came down to an angry shout

Before I knew it I was in third gear and gone

Well this had been coming for a long, long time

If I said I'm sorry, well I'd be lying

If you think I'll never make it, well you'd be wrong