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