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Gas Huffer's Dream
- Chris Ramey

© 2025 Ramey
Herban Insurgent Publishing LLC (ASCAP)

Well it was summer
Maybe August or July
When my old buddy D
Rang me up with a cry
I got a new RV
A new set of wheels
A little bit old
But I like how it feels
Just think said my buddy
And I could hear him smile
We'll be traveling to Vegas
In comfort and style
Our friends'll be glad
To hear this I know
We're off to their wedding in Vegas
Let's go!

So we packed up the truck
And headed out west
No worries only hopes
That our luck'd be best
And all went as planned
And the wedding was great
And we headed back east
Soon to meet our fate

Well it wasn't long
On that return trip
Til some of us
Began to get sick
And there's a funny smell
Starting to rise
And tears began rolling
From all of our eyes

D pulled over
Upset and bleary
We all got out
All weary and teary
D got out
Looked underneath
Swore and cursed
And gnashed his teeth

There's a hole in the gas tank
As thick as a quarter
And every single place
We stopped to loiter
An enlarging puddle of
Potential fire
Formed under the RV

To stop this river
Of gasoline's flow
I stuck in my finger
But wouldn't you know that
Just when I thought the leak
Had been stopped
The tank seemed to swell
And six more holes popped

I felt like the Dutch boy
Who plugged up the dyke
With one major twist that
I really disliked
All that kid had to deal
With was rain
And my fingers are soaking
In 87 octane

We had to keep moving
We had to keep goin
When we'd be home
No way of knowing
Those nasty fumes
Rang our ears like bells
How many brain cells lost?
No way to tell

Well we had to keep moving
We had to keep goin
When we'd be home
No way of knowing
Those nasty fumes
Rang our ears like bells
How many brain cells lost?
Oh I just did that verse

Well that damn gas
Just never stopped flowing
And our sanity was a surely goin
Just like our gas fund
Right down the drain
It was a nightmare road trip
A motherfucking pain

The sick smell of gas soon
Filled the cabin
We were praying to God
Nothing else would happen
All of our stomachs
Began to squeam
It was an RV from hell

The sick smell of gas soon
Filled the cabin
We were praying to God
Nothing else would happen
All of our stomachs
Began to squeam
It was an RV from hell

The sick smell of gas soon
Filled the cabin
We were praying to God
Nothing else would happen
All of our stomachs
Began to squeam
It was an RV from hell

The sick smell of gas soon
Filled the cabin
We were praying to God
Nothing else would happen
All of our stomachs
Began to squeam
It was an RV from hell
A gas huffer's dream