Gasoline Alley Bred - The Hollies

Gasoline Alley Bred

Oh, woman, get your head 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 mac keep the room above Joe's,

'Cause we're coming back, coming back to the homestead.

Ev'rything 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 tasted,

'Cause we're Gasoline Alley,

Gasoline Alley bred

Woman, did you really believe it,

I did ev'rything a man could do.

Breakin' my back just to make us a dime.

That don't mean a thing when no one wants to know you.

Oh, woman, I know how you're feeling,

I've seen the hurt upon your face.

How many times do you think that I've cried,

Knowin' ev'ry day your heart was gettin' broken,

Holdin' back your pride 'till you were nearly chocking

Oooh, 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 tasted,

'Cause we're Gasoline Alley

Gasoline Alley bred

(Gasoline Alley, Gasoline Alley bred)

Gasoline Alley bred

(Gasoline Alley, Gasoline Alley bred)

Gasoline Alley bred

(Gasoline Alley, Gasoline Alley bred)

Gasoline Alley bred