Backyard GAS

Gas went up again, I checked the sign,
Man, this world has lost its mind!
If they can sell us smoke and call it gold,
I’ll sell my own and see if it gets sold.

I grabbed some jars and lined them on the shelf,
A little plan I cooked up by myself.
No fancy lights, no big flashing sign,
Just simple jars of homemade gas of mine.

(Chorus)
Tax man came, said something smells,
That’s my product—and it sells real well.
He thought I was joking, but it’s all true,
Hard times hit, you do what you gotta do.

I wrote “Backyard Gas” on every lid,
Wish I had thought of this when I was a kid.
Cars around the block now line up in the cold,
The cheapest gas in town is what they’ve been told.

Out here my price is lower than the rest,
They say this little stand out west is best.
The whole county talks about my “backyard grade,”
The cheapest gas for miles is what I made.

(Chorus)
Tax man came, said something smells,
That’s my product—and it sells real well.
He thought I was joking, but it’s all true,
Hard times hit, you do what you gotta do.

NASA found out about my price for gas,
They say it might send a rocket faster than fast!
From jars and shelves inside my tiny room,
To fueling ships that shoot up to the moon! 

(Bridge)
I got neighbors asking what’s inside the mix,
I just grin and say it’s country tricks.
In a world gone wild, just trying to last,
Who knew to strike it rich on backyard gas!

(Chorus)
Tax man came, said something smells,
That’s my product—and it sells real well.
He thought I was joking, but it’s all true,
Hard times hit, you do what you gotta do.
Tax man came, said something smells,
That’s my product—and it sells real well.
He thought I was joking, but it’s all true,
Hard times hit, you do what you gotta do.

Pop Rock/ Folk 
Fun, theatrical 
Medium to fast Tempo 
Male singers