Gasoline Alley Bred

歌詞

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