Album Name : Hurricane Season
Release Date : 1991-12-01
Song Duration : 5:31
Tom Russell A Dollar's Worth Of Gasoline
Oh Happy Lands, Oh Happy Lands
We have paid for our admission
And our dancing clothes are freshly cleaned
Now we're drivin' towards the judgement
On a dollar's worth of gasoline
Julio hits the boulevard runnin' scared and filled with
hateful love
Was a dollar's worth of flaming petrol thrown inside
the social club
Where upstairs his Honduran friends were drunk on the
American Dream
Yah they were ready for, ready for their glory ride on
a dollar's worth of gasoline
Oh Happy Lands, Oh Happy Lands
We have paid for our admission
And our dancing clothes are freshly cleaned
Now we're drivin' towards the judgement
On a dollar's worth of gasoline
Oh, the banana daiquiris, the exotic drinks from many
foreign lands
But when the smoke hit their lungs, they died with
their drinks in their hands
Oh Julio, poor Julio, all twisted up with his romantic
need
Poor real estate developers all twisted up with their
greed
Oh Happy Lands, Oh Happy Lands
We have paid for our admission
And our dancing clothes are freshly cleaned
Now we're drivin' towards the judgement
On a dollar's worth of gasoline
87 people with a smoky taste of hell on earth
87 coffins lined up all around the big cathedral church
"Building Violations!" the politicians beat their
chests and screamed
Well they got a lot of mileage on a dollar's worth of
gasoline
Oh Happy Lands, Oh Happy Lands
We have paid for our admission
And our dancing clothes are freshly cleaned
Now we're drivin' towards the judgement
On a dollar's worth of gasoline
Oh Happy Lands, Oh Happy Lands
We have paid for our admission
And our dancing clothes are freshly cleaned
Now we're drivin' towards the judgement
On a dollar's worth of gasoline
Now we're drivin' towards the judgement
On a dollar's worth of gasoline