Gasoline Alley Bred (R. Cook - A. Greenaway - T. Macaulay) lyrics

Woman get your hair out of curlers
Time to get your butt out of bed
Get down your hats and your baggage my child
Goin' back home, gettin' 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, gettin' 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

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