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Hollies - Gasoline Alley Bred Lyrics

  • Woman, get your head out of curlers.
  • Time get your butt out of bed.
  • Get down your hats and baggage, my child.
  • Going back home,
  • going back to the homestead.
  • I'm a-gonna heat me some water,
  • and 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.
  • 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're feeling.
  • 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,
  • holdin' back your pride til you were nearly chokin'
  • Oh let's get away.
  • chorus
  • Gasoline Alley, Gasoline Alley Bred
  • Gasoline Alley, Gasoline Alley Bred
  • Gasoline Alley, Gasoline Alley Bred
  • Gasoline Alley, Gasoline Alley Bred

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