Three Bucks on Pump 10…

 So, thanks to my friend Mark Stone for inspiring this idea - which started with his observation at a Quick Trip that sounded to me like a country song.

Three bucks on pump 10 and a pack of Marlboros

It’s been a hard minute, been a rough go

Can’t ask for no help now from nobody I know

My wife left the house, took all I had

And I’m headed to work with what’s left of my pride

Hoping just to make it, just to survive

Since she left me running on empty - literally moving on fumes, can’t catch a break and still need a light.  Maybe some smokes can set something right. 

So gimme three bucks on pump 10 and a pack of Marlboros, tonight

I can’t afford whiskey 

don’t got money for beer

But nicotine will have to get by 

until i get miles from here,

gotta make headway 

before I drown in these tears

It don’t feel like much, but it’ll have to do 

Just need a bit, one thing at a time

She left me running on empty, literally moving on fumes, I can’t catch a break and still need a light.  Maybe some smokes can set something right. 

So gimme three bucks on pump 10 and a pack of Marlboros, tonight

Friend - I don’t know if you’ve been in a spot

Where what you got is all you got

But there’s a God that knows your name

If your running on empty 

man, he knows your pain

He won’t leave you empty, 

even when your road gets bumpy

He’ll keep you in the palm of his hand

So for now,

I know what I’ve got ain’t enough to last 

I’m just praying it’ll get me past 

The rough spot I’ve found here tonight

So give me three bucks on pump ten

And a pack a Marlboros, 

And buddy, can you spare a light?