Gasoline Alley Bred - The Hollies

Oh, woman get your head out of curlers

Time to get your butt outta bed

Get down your hats and your baggage my child

Goin' back home gettin' back to the homestead

I’m gonna heat me some water

Put a shine upon my shoes

Telephone my ma, keep the room above Joe’s

'Cause we’re comin' back, comin' back to the homestead

Everythin' 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 you can really believe it?

I did everythin' a man could do

Breakin' my back just to make us a dime

That don’t mean a damn when no one wants to know you

Woman I know how your feelin'

I’ve seen the hurt upon your face

How many times do you think that I’ve cried?

Knowin' every day that your heart was gettin' broken

Holdin' back your pride till you were nearly chokin'

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

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Gasoline Alley Bred

(Gasoline Alley)

Gasoline Alley Bred

(Gasoline Alley)

Gasoline Alley Bred