Goodbye Gasoline

I bet she put it on the credit card And pulled the handle off the hook Picked the 87 octane Topped it off leanin' on the hood I bet all she brought's in her shotgun seat And she's fillin' up that four door jeep with goodbye gasoline I bet she hit the highway flyin' Like a bullet from a small town gun I bet she knows where she's running too Don't give a damn what she's running from Her tank's full of she won't be coming back to me And that goodbye gasoline I bet she's got Seager on the stereo And turn the page way up loud Bet she got every single window Her hair and the pedal down I bet she hit the highway flyin' Like a bullet from a small town gun I bet she knows where she's running too Don't give a damn what she's running from Her tank's full of she won't be coming back to me And that goodbye gasoline If I'd been there for her she'd be here now Now there ain't no way she'll ever turn around (Hey) I bet she hit the highway flyin' Like a bullet from a small town gun I bet she knows where she's running too Don't give a damn what she's running from Her tank's full of she won't be coming back to me And that goodbye gasoline