Colgados En La Carretera

We left the city as the evening fell,
Everything's ready in the car,
Guitars and clothes to play tonight,
A ton of bills we gotta pay.

We're swallowing miles, just chugging along,
The bottles keep flowing non-stop,
Suddenly the car just stops,
'Cause we're out of gas, it's on the dot.

Stuck on the road,
But we gotta get outta here.
Stuck on the road,
We gotta make it to the end.

We gotta get out and find some fuel,
With a can, we start to roam,
The nearest gas station that we find,
Is over ten kilometers from home.

We come back frozen, and it's midnight now,
Pour the liquid into the engine,
It's all useless, the damn thing won't start,
'Cause the battery's gone and chilled.

Stuck on the road...

Sitting on the ground waiting for a miracle,
And salvation showed up,
In the form of a taxi coming back from town,
And for seven bucks, he picked us up.

We arrived at the venue past three,
We walked in ready to play,
The owner says: Sorry, no show tonight,
Ten minutes left 'til we close up shop.

Stuck on the road...

Stuck on the road...