Letra da Música: Gasoline - Sheryl Crow

Way back in the year of 2017
The sun was growing hotter
And oil
Was way beyond it's peak
When crazy Hector Johnson
Broke into a refinery
And the black gold
Started flowing
Just like Boston tea

It was the summer
Of the riots
And London sat
In sweltering heat
And the gangs
Of Mini Coopers
Took the battle
To the streets
But when the creed
Was handed down
For no more trucks
And no more cars
They threw cans of petrol
Through the windows
At Scotland Yard

Gasoline
Will be free, will be free
Gasoline
Will be free, will be free

When the Mounties stormed
The palace of the Saudi family
They held them up for ransom
Without disturbing
Their high tea
But their getaway was shaky
They stalled
In the Riyadh streets
Cause you
Can't make it very far
When your tank is on empty

The final can of gasoline
Was loaded on a truck
And driven through
The streets of Agra
To the palace aquaduct
You see
All the majesty of worship
That once adorned
These fatal halls
Was just a target to the angry
As they blew up the Taj Mahal

Gasoline
Will be free, will be free
Gasoline
will be free, will be free

Gary ran a market
Way down in Tennessee
Where all the farmers
Got together
And talked about
This great country
But when the government
Turned
It's back on farming
Man, what I hear
They dragged the pumps
Out of the ground
With a big vintage
John Deere

I've got soldiers
On my payroll
Standing guard
On my front drive
Snipers on the roof
Poised at those
Who don't want me alive
Cause they audited my taxes
My family under threat
Cause I've got a message
And a megaphone
And I'll scream it
To the death

Gasoline
Will be free, will be free
Gasoline
Will be free, will be free

You got the farms
In Argentina
Making fuel
From sugar cane
You got the bastards
In Washington
Afraid of popping
The greed vain
Cause the money's
In the pipeline
And pipeline's
Running dry
And we'll be
The last to recognize
Where there's shit
There's always flies