Woman get your hair out of curlers
Get down your hats and baggage, my child.
Going back home,
going back to the homeste---ad.
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.
I know that we could have made it;
we had i-deas 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
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'
I know that we could have made it;
we had i-deas 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
(repeat to fade)
Gasoline Alley, Gasoline Alley Bred