Gasoline Alley Bred

Written：R.Cook/A.Greenaway/T.Macaulay

Woman get your hair out of curlers

Time to get your butt out of bed

Get down your hats and your baggage my child

Going back home, getting back to the homestead

I'm a-gonna heat me some water

Put a shine upon my shoes

Telephone my ma,

Keep the room above Joe's

'Cause we're coming back

Coming back to the homestead

Everything is packed, getting back to the homestead

This time, this time we'll stay, baby

I know that we could have made it

We had ideas in our heads

And I wish somehow we could have saved it

But we're Gasoline Alley bred

Yet the years haven't really been wasted

And I know it in my head

We did good for the life that we've tasted

'Cause we're Gasoline Alley, Gasoline Alley bred

Woman you can really believe it

I did everything a man could do

Breaking my back just to make us a dime

That won't mean a damn when no one wants to know you

Woman I know how you feel it

I've seen the hurt upon your face

How many time do you think that I've cried

Knowing every day that your heart was getting broken

Holding back your pride till you were nearly choking

Oh let's get away, baby

I know that we could have made it

We had ideas in our heads

And I wish somehow we could have saved it

But we're Gasoline Alley bred

Yet the years haven't really been wasted

And I know it in my head

We did good for the life that we've tasted

'Cause we're Gasoline Alley, Gasoline Alley bred

Gasoline Alley, Gasoline Alley Bred

Gasoline Alley, Gasoline Alley Bred

Gasoline Alley, Gasoline Alley Bred

Gasoline Alley, Gasoline Alley Bred