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