Way back in the year of The sun was hotter And the oil was way it's peak When crazy Hector Johnson broke the refinery And the black started flowing just like Boston tea
It was the summer of the And sat in sweltering heat And the gangs of Coopers Took the to the streets
But the creed was handed down For no more and no more cars threw cans of petrol Through the windows of Yard and they yell
Gasoline be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah,
When the mounties the palace Of the family They held them up for Without disturbing high tea
But their get away was They stalled in the streets you can't make it very far When tank is on empty
But the can of gasoline was loaded on a truck And driven through the streets of Agra to the aqueduct You see, all the of worship That adorned these fatal halls Was just a target for the As they blew up the Taj Mahal, and they
Gasoline will be free, be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Gasoline will be free, be free, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah,
My friend, Gary ran a way down in Tennessee Where the got together And talked this great country But the government turned it's back on farming Man, what I hear, is they dragged the out of the ground With a big John Deere
Well, I had soldiers on my Standing guard on my drive Snipers on my roof at those Who want me alive
'Cause they audited my And my family under I had a message and a megaphone And I'll it to the death, yeah
will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, Gasoline will be free, be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah,
You got the farms in Making fuel from sugar You got the bastards of the Afraid of popping greed vain
'Cause the in the pipeline And running dry And we'll be the last to Where there's shit, there's always