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Gasoline Alley Bred - Lyrics by The Hollies


Lyrics
Oh woman get your head out of curlers !
Time to get your butt out of bed !
Get down your hats and your baggage my childgoing back home getting back to the homestead.I'm gonna heat me some waterput a shine upon my shoes.
Telephone my mac keep the room above Joe's'cause we're coming backcoming back to the homestead.ev'rything is packed gettin' back to the homestead this time.
This time we'll staybaby.I know that we could have made it.
We had ideas in our heads.
And I wish somehow we could have saved itbut we're gasoline alley bred.
Yet the years havn't really been wastedand I know it in my head.we did good for the life that we tasted'cos we're gasoline alleygasoline 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 criedknowin' ev'ry day your heart was gettin' brokenholdin' back your pride 'till you were nearly chockingoh -let's get awaybaby.

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