Gasoline Alley Bred — текст песни (The Hollies)

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