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I think I know now what's making me sad |
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It's a yearnin' for my own back yard |
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I realize maybe I was wrong to leave |
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Better swallow up my silly country pride |
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Going home, running home |
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Down to Gasoline Alley where I started from |
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Going home, and I'm running home |
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Down to Gasoline Alley where I was born |
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When the weather's better and the rails unfreeze |
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And the wind don't whistle 'round my knees |
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I'll put on my weddin' suit and catch the evening train |
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I'll be home before the milk's upon the door |
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Crawling home, running home |
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Down to Gasoline Alley where I started from |
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Going home, and I'm running home |
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Down to Gasoline Alley where I was born |
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But if anything should happen and my plans go wrong |
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Should I stray to the house on the hill |
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Let it be known that my intentions were good |
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I'd be singing in my Alley if I could |
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And if I'm called away and it's my turn to go |
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Should the blood run cold in my veins |
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Just one favor I'll be asking you |
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Don't bury me here, it's too cold |
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Take me back, carry me back |
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Down to Gasoline Alley where I started from |
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Take me back, won't you carry me home |
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Down to Gasoline Alley where I started from |
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Take me back, carry me back |
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Down to Gasoline Alley where I started from |
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Take me back, carry me back |
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Down to Gasoline Alley where I started from |
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Take me back, carry me back |
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Down to Gasoline Alley where I started from |
