Joe's Gas

jj looks down to the straight white

hash marks on the highway

that preforate his own life

from the nation

his side of the cut is the

sentimental corner edge of town

and everyday jj say

i think i'm gonna get away

i'm tired of tryin'

to run my poppa's station

oh but the city limits

always seem to make him turn around

so if you go driving through st martin's pass

seems you've been driving a little too fast

and when you find that your last tank won't last

the price is still the same as joe's gas

jj gets to work by five in the morning

day after month after year

pump the petrol, full serve only

everytime the tire sounds the bell

jj's back at home by five in the evening

with his wife his kids and his beer

he'll say he likes his life

but guaging by his eyes it's hard to tell

chorus

jj sits back underneath

the shade of his awning

taking time to roll his own smokes

tourists stop and say how cute

if jj had a gun he'd shoot

because he knows

they've only stopped to rest

jj turns down mr nguyen's bid

for his business

he says thanks but no thanks

i think i'm gonna stay

a man who sells concessions

confections and protections

has to make his filling hole his nest