Money for Gasoline (RatDog)

Lyrics

(Lyrics by Gerrit Graham)

Sorehead judge, all red in the face
Say, “John you’re a bum and a civic disgrace"
Caught him asleep in a handicap space
Now he's gonna learn his by-God place

Down Frankie run to court the next day
The law weren't inclined to give her her say
But she wouldn’t quit -- and in the melee
Frankie and Johnnie skedaddle away

CHO: (Spin the wheel)
Hit the bricks and run like hell
(Spin the wheel)
Pound the piss out the poorhouse bell
(Spin the wheel)
Dive right in to the wishing well and
Spin the wheel like Ezekiel

(Spin the wheel)
Spin the wheel, spin the wheel
(Spin the wheel)
Spin the wheel, spin the wheel
(Spin the wheel)
Spin the wheel, spin the wheel
Spin the wheel like Ezekiel

Joint in Des Moines, the Lord Baltimore
Fella he’s drunk, has a few more
“Frankie" says he, "You're a cow and a whore”
Now there he is dead in the slop on the floor

A smokeless Colt makes a big old sound
Here come the cops, no weapon was found
They laid that drunk in the potter’s ground
But Frankie and Johnnie, they weren’t around

CHO:

John and Frances, Lord they can run
Making good time in the last of the sun
Money for gasoline, liquor for fun
The law is a ass, but love weighs a ton

Frankie and Johnnie - they're lovers, you know
A story so real, just goes to show
Always the same wherever you go
It’s wheels up above, yes and it’s hearts here below




Latest Live Version:

Sorehead judge, with red in the face
Called Johnnie a bum, a civic disgrace
'Cause he fell asleep in a handicap space
Now he's gonna learn his by-God place

Down went Frankie to the court that day
The law weren't inclined to give her her say
Worse come to blows -- and in the melee
Frankie and Johnnie skedad- skedad- skedaddle away

(Spin the wheel)
Hit the bricks and run like hell
(Spin the wheel)
Pound the piss out the courthouse bell
(Spin the wheel)
Dive right in to the wishing well and
Spin the wheel like Ezekiel

(Spin the wheel)
Spin the wheel, spin the wheel
(Spin the wheel)
Spin the wheel, spin the wheel
(Spin the wheel)
Spin the wheel, spin the wheel
Spin the wheel like Ezekiel

Joint in Des Moines, called the Club Baltimore
Fella been drinking, hell he had a few more
“Frankie" says he, "You're a cow and a whore”
Now hey layin there dead on the floor

44 colt Colt makes a great big sound
Cop come by, no gun to be found
They stuck that drunk in the cold potter’s ground
Frankie and Johnnie, they weren’t around

(Spin the wheel)
Hit the bricks and run like hell
(Spin the wheel)
Pound the piss out the courthouse bell
(Spin the wheel)
Dive right in to the wishing well and
Spin the wheel like Ezekiel

(Spin the wheel)
Spin the wheel, spin the wheel
(Spin the wheel)
Spin the wheel, spin the wheel
(Spin the wheel)
Spin the wheel, spin the wheel
Spin the wheel like Ezekiel
Spin the wheel like Ezekiel

Frances and John, Lord they can run
They made good time in the last of the sun
Money for gasoline, liquor for fun
The law's an ass, yes and love weighs a ton

Frankie and Johnnie - they're lovers, you know
A story so real, well it just goes to show
Song is the same wherever you go
It's wheels up above, hey and hearts down below

(Spin the wheel)
Hit the bricks and run like hell
(Spin the wheel)
Pound the piss out the courthouse bell
(Spin the wheel)
Dive right in to the wishing well and
Spin the wheel like Ezekiel

(Spin the wheel)
Spin the wheel, spin the wheel
(Spin the wheel)
Spin the wheel, spin the wheel
(Spin the wheel)
Spin the wheel, spin the wheel
Spin the wheel like Ezekiel
Spin the wheel like Ezekiel
Spin the wheel like Ezekiel