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