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"Gas Station Prayers" is for the ones who keep driving on nothing but fumes and faith. Written by Pat Melfi in 1989 and re-mastered in 2024, it’s a roadside gospel soaked in grace, tire spins, and dashboard saints. It is is a red dirt hymn for the tired, the lost, and the faithful without a church.

Written in 1989 by Pat Melfi, this is a roadside gospel wrapped in coffee steam, truck stop grace, and the kind of hope that keeps rolling when nothing else does.

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From the Album WORK BOOTS and BROKEN RADIOS

FULL LYRICS BELOW:

GAS STATION PRAYERS
From the Pen of Pat Melfi
May 5,1989

Got a dented hood and a full tank dream
Worn-out boots and a patch on the seam
Radio static and a sunrise grin
Chasin’ miles like I’m chasin’ sin
Stopped in a town that don’t know my name
With a Bible verse taped to the window pane
Lady at the counter said, “Pump two’s free
That’s grace, son, far as I can see”

CHORUS
These are gas station prayers and dashboard saints
Hope scratched out in oil-stained paint
A smoke break gospel and coffee steam
Patchwork faith and highway dreams
Yeah, life breaks down but I ain’t scared
I got fuel, I got guts, and gas station prayers

Tire’s low, heart’s been lower
Phone don’t work but I’m still a roamer
That kid with a cross tattoo on his hand
Said, “Sometimes lost is part of the plan”
You don’t need pews when the road gets tough
Sometimes cracked pavement is holy enough
I ain’t got much, but I got the road
And a worn-out psalm in every load

CHORUS
These are gas station prayers and dashboard saints
Hope scribbled out in yesterday’s paint
Waffle house wisdom and truck stop hymns
Believin’ through the bruises and tire spins
Yeah, I ain’t clean, but I’ve been spared
By red dirt mercy and gas station prayers

BRIDGE
I’ve seen angels in trucker hats leanin’ on counters, speakin’ facts
Not every church has doors or choirs some light candles with jumper wires

CHORUS
These are gas station prayers and beat-up grace
Fillin’ up hearts in a broken-down place
Love don’t judge where you been or bled
It just rides shotgun and rolls ahead
Yeah, I find heaven in the wear and tear
In these gas station prayers

COPYRIGHT © 1989-2025, Pat Melfi
Palace Coup Music Publishing (BMI)

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