Lyrics:

I was out driving
just a taking it slow
Looked at my tank
it was reading low
Pulled in a Exxon station
out on Highway One
Held up without a gun,
held up without a gun

Some damn fool with a guitar
walkin' down the street
ain't got nowhere to go
Ain't got nothing to eat
Man with a cigar says,
'Sign here son';
Held up without a gun,
held up without a gun

Now it's a sin
and it oughta be a crime
You know it happens buddy
all the time
Try to make a living,
try to have a little fun
Held up without a gun,
held up without a gun