Gasoline Alley Bred
Woman get your hair out of curlers, time get your butt out of bed.
Get down your hats and baggage, my child.
Going back home, going back to the homestead.
I m a-gonna heat me some water and 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.
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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 re feeling. 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,
Holdin back your pride til you were nearly chokin
Oh, let s get away, baby.
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Gasoline Alley, Gasoline Alley Bred (repeat to fade)
by: José Duarte
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