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Gas Money for Heaven
She broke the dusty whiskey bottle filled with dimes For a trip she’d taken in her mind a million times Had the phone turned off and got her small deposit back Instead of paying rent again on that old shotgun shack Gas money for Heaven
She’d spent her life with washed out drunks and dirty diapers Too many times she’d been down to the wire She paid Hell, the fiddler, and the piper And had enough left over to retire Gas money for Heaven
Back in her day, man, she really had the touch People are in prison for not doing half as much She’d been alive for forty years and still felt like a ghost Focused on the hard times that hurt her the most Gas money for Heaven
She’d spent her life with washed out drunks and dirty diapers Too many times she’d been down to the wire She paid Hell, the fiddler, and the piper And had enough left over to retire Gas money for Heaven
There was no one left alive who even knew her name In a Universe of change why should she stay the same? She would not give two cents for the life she left behind The only change she needed was to change her own mind Gas money for Heaven
She’d spent her life with washed out drunks and dirty diapers Many times she’d been down to the wire She paid Hell, the fiddler, and the piper And had enough left over to inspire Gas money for Heaven
If the secret of Happiness was shouted from the roof It would be ignored for lack of laboratory proof But it’ll make You laugh instead of crying out loud And lift You on new wings until You soar above the crowd Gas money for Heaven
She thanked God for washed out drunks and dirty diapers They forced her through the purifying fire Hell, her best teachers were the fiddler and the piper Now no power on this planet could deny her Gas money for Heaven
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