First & Altar - Ass, Gas or Grass (Nobody Rides for Free) Lyrics

Broken down and busted on the side of the road
Fifty Seven Chevy ain't got no mo
Snake skin boots and tight Daisy Dukes chrome
Mirrored sunglasses man she's looking so cute
Out goes the thumb now she needs a ride up pulls a wild eyed
Rebel says jump inside
Whispers the spirit of the gypsy might be your creed
But Ass Gas or Grass nobody rides for free
Ass Gas or Grass Nobody Rides For Free

Out of the hole banging all four gears
Well we red lined that mutha so hard to steer
White knuckle death grip upon my thigh said
The spirit of the gypsy man was coming alive
Said the spirit of the gypsy man was coming alive
Cruising down the highway at a buck thirteen
The sun was just setting was the perfect scene
Pulled out a crooked J from beneath her shirt
We fired that mutha up as the tires were spitting dirt
Fired that mutha up as the tires were spitting dirt
Started getting pretty dark as we drove into the night
Had an angel sitting beside me with the devil in her eyes
Drop top Chevy from the edge of town was her chariot of choice
As we started getting down
Chariot of choice as we started getting down
Felt her staring right at me with a bit of desire
It started getting hot as her hands were moving higher
Unleash the beast from within my soul she was finding her way
As I was losing control
Finding her way as I was losing control
She was working the wheel while I was working the gas screaming
Don't hit the brakes while I was pumping her
And it went on baby all night long all night long all night long

Sun licked the midnight sky as she kissed
My face with my head still spinning I was left in a haze
Sitting along side the road with the tank on
E just staring at her wondering what would be
Then out went her thumb cuz she still wants to fly unbridled
Spirit of the gypsy man will never die
Unbridled spirit of the gypsy man will never die
Broken down and busted on the side of the road
Drop top Chevy ain't got no mo