Gasoline Alley Bred - Blue Mink

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

Gasoline Alley, Gasoline Alley Bred

Gasoline Alley, Gasoline Alley Bred

Gasoline Alley, Gasoline Alley Bred

Gasoline Alley, Gasoline Alley Bred