Текст (слова) песни: The Hollies - Gasoline Alley Bred
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 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 `cos 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. 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 oh - let`s get away baby
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