"Goodbye Gasoline" lyrics

I bet she put it on the credit card
And pulled the handle off the hook
Picked the 87 octane
And topped it off leanin' on the hood
I bet all she brought's in her shotgun seat
And she's fillin' up that four door jeep with goodbye gasoline

I bet she hit the highway flyin'
Like a bullet from a small town gun
I bet she knows where she's running too
Don't give a damn what she's running from
Her tank's full of she won't be coming back to me
And that goodbye gasoline

I bet she's got Seager on the stereo
And turn the page way up loud
She got every single window
Her hair and the pedal down

I bet she hit the highway flyin'
Like a bullet from a small town gun
I bet she knows where she's running too
Don't give a damn what she's running from
Her tank's full of she won't be coming back to me
And that goodbye gasoline

If I'd if been there for her she'd be here now
Now there ain't no way she'll ever turn around

Hey, I bet she hit the highway flyin'
Like a bullet from a small town gun
I bet she knows where she's running too
Don't give a damn what she's running from
Her tank's full of she won't be coming back to me
And that goodbye gasoline