QUARTER TANK OF GASOLINE
I've got a quarter tank of gasoline
I've got a stomach full of regrets
I've got this strange girl passed out in my passenger seat
she wouldn't give me nothing on a bet
no she wouldn't even tell me her name
or where she wants to go
that's alright, the best laid plans are always lies
and I've been a hitchhiker too, yes yes,
I've been a hitchhiker too

my rear view mirror is cracked my spare tire's gone flat
and my jacket is stained oil brown
we still got 200 miles to that Florida state line
when we get there we'll just turn around
I've got a picture of my mama in my pocket
I'm doing 85 an hour mighty smooth
I've got my methedrine in my glove compartment
I've got a prayer written on the bottom of my shoe, yes yes,
I've got a prayer written on the bottom of my shoe

and I've got these ghosts all over my windshield
they're getting so thick I can barely see
I wonder what it is she's dreaming about
she looks like someone who used to mean my world to me
yes we did used to flirt and kiss
we were sharper than a bottle of bathtub gin
but that was a long time ago, now there's a country song playing slow
on the radio and the static's cutting in, yes yes,
on the radio and the static's cutting in

yes I've got a quarter tank of gasoline
I've got a stomach full of regrets
I've got this strange girl passed out in my passenger seat
she wouldn't give me nothing on a bet
but now she's starting to wake up, I
was wondering if she was still alive
and the way she's smiling she looks just like an orphan
and I think she wants to drive, yes yes,
I think she wants to drive