Song | Gasoline Alley Bred |
Artist | The Hollies |
Album | Moving Finger |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Written:R.Cook/A.Greenaway/T.Macaulay | |
Woman get your hair 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 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, 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 | |
Gasoline Alley, Gasoline Alley Bred | |
Gasoline Alley, Gasoline Alley Bred | |
Gasoline Alley, Gasoline Alley Bred | |
Gasoline Alley, Gasoline Alley Bred |
Written: R. Cook A. Greenaway T. Macaulay | |
Woman get your hair 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 agonna 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, getting 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 | |
Gasoline Alley, Gasoline Alley Bred | |
Gasoline Alley, Gasoline Alley Bred | |
Gasoline Alley, Gasoline Alley Bred | |
Gasoline Alley, Gasoline Alley Bred |
Written: R. Cook A. Greenaway T. Macaulay | |
Woman get your hair 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 agonna 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, getting 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 | |
Gasoline Alley, Gasoline Alley Bred | |
Gasoline Alley, Gasoline Alley Bred | |
Gasoline Alley, Gasoline Alley Bred | |
Gasoline Alley, Gasoline Alley Bred |