Lyrics
Three, four, one, two three
Woah
Turn it up
Come on, Steve
I was out driving, just a-taking it slow
Looked at my tank, it was reading low
Pulled in an Exxon station out on Highway One
Oh, yeah
Held up without a gun
Held up without a gun
Some damn fool with a guitar walks in off the street
Ain't got nowhere to go, ain't got nothing to eat
Man with a cigar says, "Sign here, son"
Watch out
Held up without a gun
Held up without a gun
Alright
Whoa
Now it's a sin and it oughta be a crime
You know it happens, buddy, all the time
Trying to make a living, trying to have a little fun
Look out
Held up without a gun
Held up without a gun
Held up without a gun
Held up without a gun
Yeah