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A Pain In The Gas

Tono: E

Introducción:

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Left for work this mornin', without any warnin'
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That little tiny gage said it's that time,
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So I started lookin'              but I just kept on bookin',
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As I read the prices there upon those signs
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Soon I knew my luck was out, my tank was dry and just about
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Put me on my feet and send me cryin',
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So I pulled up to a pump      feeling as dumb as a stump,
Bb                              B                                                                            E  
Grabbed that nozzle and bent over one more time
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It's a pain in my gas, it's killin' me so fast
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All my hard earned money just thrown away,
                                E                                                         A  
Blame bin Laden or Sudan, Iraq or Iran
                  E                                                                                      B  
All I know is this a-hurtin' just won't pass,
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There seems to be a real pain in my gas
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So if you see me thumbin', a-beggin' or a-bummin'
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Ponder these three questions that I ask,
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  Who's to blame for all my sorrow does relief lie in tomorrow,
A      Bb              B                                                                         E  
In the meantime could I borrow a little cash
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'Cause there's a pain in my gas, it's killin' me so fast
                     E                                                                            B  
All my hard earned money just thrown away,
                                  E                                                      A  
Blame bin Laden or Sudan, Iraq or Iran
                  E                                                                                      B  
All I know is this a-hurtin' just won't pass,
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There seems to be a real pain in my gas
E                      B                                                                                    E  
Help me doctor, there's a deep pain in my gas
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Mr. President, there's a real pain in my gas