Cigarettes and Gasoline 

V1
Walked into a pawn shop,
Tempted by the sign,
Cash for gold or your tambourine,
TVs and tools,
Outboards and jewels,
Smell the sweat, cigarettes and gasoline

V2
Finally reached the man,
Clutching my guitar,
Sir, how much would my baby bring?
He offered forty dollars,
I said who do you think you are?
Still smell cigarettes and gasoline

Ch
So I went outside and played the blues,
For the people rolling by,
Watching for the cop who'd move me on,
He might say I'm homeless,
But I've still got my guitar,
Making tips every time I sing my songs

Br
Not sure how I got here,
Just hit a slippery slope,
Hard to climb back up,
This guitar is my rope

Instrumental

Ch 2
I sit outside and play the blues,
For the people rolling by,
Watching for the cop who'd move me on,
He might say I'm homeless,
But I've still got my guitar,
Making tips every time I sing my songs

V3
So now I'm on the corner,
Banging out a tune,
The case is open, have you got some beans,
Make that guitar work for me,
While I'm in the mood,
No more cigarettes and gasoline

Repeat Chorus 2
No more cigarettes and gasoline