A Little Gasoline

Throwing pictures out the window
Scattered by the way the wind blows
Bye bye baby, that's the last I'll see of you
Shoebox full of old love letters
I'll tear each one till I feel better
And I won't look back, 'cause I don't like [F]the view
What my [A]heart needs now is ɾest
So I'm packing up and [Bm]I'm headed west
My mind's made up, I'll put it to [C7]the test
Pushing myself and [Bm]this old machine
Burning fumes and [Bm]what's left of my [A]dreams
Let 'em [A]go 'cause I don't need no stɾings
Just give me a ɾoad and [Bm]a little gasoline
We talked in circles till the words ɾan out
And it all [Em]came down to [C7]an angry shout
Before I knew it, I was [Am7]in third gear and [Bm]gone
Well this had been coming for [Dm7]a long, long [Am]time
If I said I'm sorry, well I'd be [Am]lying
If you [A7think I'll never make it, well you'd be [Am]wrong
What my [A]heart needs now is ɾest
So I'm packing up and [Bm]I'm headed west
My mind's made up, I'll put it to [C7]the test
Pushing myself and [Bm]this old machine
Burning fumes and [Bm]what's left of my [A]dreams
Let 'em [A]go 'cause I don't need no stɾings
Just give me a ɾoad and [Bm]a little gasoline
What my [A]heart needs now is ɾest
So I'm packing up and [Bm]I'm headed west
My mind's made up, I'll put it to [C7]the test
Pushing myself and [Bm]this old machine
Burning fumes and [Bm]what's left of my [A]dreams
Let 'em [A]go 'cause I don't need no stɾings
Just give me a ɾoad and [Bm]a little gasoline
Just give me a ɾoad and [Bm]a little gasoline.