Songtext von Gasoline Alley Bred

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