On a pencil-lead gray afternoon   Rain makes the stray dog shine   I got a feeling stinging like a new tattoo   Black across my mind      You said something while I was thinking   A far-off dream away   And if I don?t hear you the first time   You just turn and walk away      Oh baby, I can?t see you through the steam   Oh baby, do you bring me water or gasoline?      I could walk down to the Church of Christ   Hold hands with the preacher and pray   Or hunker on down with a hundred dollar whore   Dolled up in orange lingerie      But they don?t know me, baby   They don?t know what I?m living for   But all my sins and my salvation   Lead me back to your trap door      Oh baby, I can?t see you through the steam   Oh baby, do you bring me water or gasoline?      She looks good in a cheap straw hat   With her long hair hanging down   And she used to smile a lot more at me   Before I drug her down to this town      I ain?t looking for no strange angel   No faith-healer?s fainting bliss   I?m just looking for a gap in the traffic, baby   Something simple as a kiss      Oh baby, I can?t see you through the steam   Oh baby, do you bring me water or gasoline?   Oh baby, I can?t see you through the steam   Oh baby, do you bring me water or gasoline?