The Hollies Gasoline Alley Bred Lyrics

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 havn'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 noone 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 havn'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...)

Gasoline Alley bred!
(Gasoline alley...)

Gasoline Alley bred!



Written by: Roger Frederick Cook, Roger John Reginald Greenaway, Tony Macaulay
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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