Brian Burns - Burnin' Gasoline Lyrics
He was an old country singer; sparks flew from his fingersas he stood behind a chicken wire cage,and the songs he was singin’, they were soulful and honest,but the frat boys booed him off of the stage.I bought him a drink and sat down at his table.He said, “boy, if I look tired, I am…I drove four-hundred miles just to play for the tip jar,and nobody here gives a damn.â€CHORUS:“I’ve spent my life out on some lonesome highwaydead set on chasin’ a dream.There was a time when this road led somewhere,but now I’m just out hereburnin’ gasoline.â€Well, we drank a few more and he talked about the old dayswhen he wrote songs for Conway and Merle.He said, “son, my tunes were the heart of country music,but now it’s a whole different world.â€I said, “here’s to the good ones,†and we turned up our bottlesas the bar owner walked through the crowd.He said, “it’s gettin’ late, and you haven’t played your last set,â€and the old man said, “oh, yes I have.â€REPEAT CHORUS
