Gasoline

She's a saint and I'm a sinner
Yeah, I'm a big-time loser that wound up with a winner
I keep on getting fatter while she just gets thinner
It's a wonder that she loves me at all
We got a kind of rhythm going
I don't say much at all and she's outspoken
I fumble right on through my prayers while she's churchgoing
It's a wonder that she loves me at all

She loves it when we're covered in dust
From hanging in the back of my pickup truck
With her, it may as well be a limousine
'Cause I may be her fire, she's my gasoline

All the boys throw themselves at her
But I don't worry and I don't need to wonder
Because she chose me as the king to her queen
Yeah, she likes my hands all dirty but she keeps me clean

She loves classic rock and her whiskey neat
She's part smoky eye and she's part sweet
She don't need no fancy scene
'Cause I may be her fire, she's my gasoline

And I found the map behind the treasure
Every day, it just keeps on getting better and better
Now she's my fortune, she's my fame
The play that kept me in the game
Lord knows life just wouldn't be the same without her

She loves it when we're dancing real slow
And cranking up Cash on the radio
She loves worn-out jeans and my flannel shirt
She's always reserved but she's a big old flirt
She loves classic rock, her whiskey neat
She's part smoky eye and she's part sweet
She don't need no fantasy suite
Yeah, I may be her fire, she's my gasoline

Yeah, she's my gasoline, oh