Gasoline Alley — текст песни (Stewart Rod)

I think I`m goin` mad and it`s makin` me sad,
it`s a yearnin` for my old back door.
I realize maybe I was born to lead,
better swallow all my silly country pride.
Goin` home, runnin` home,
down the gasoline Alley where I started from.
Goin` home, and I`m runnin` home,
down the Gasoline Alley where I was born.
When the weather`s better and the rails unfreeze,
and the wind won`t whistle `round my knees,
I`ll put on my weather suit and catch you in the train.
I`ll be home before the milk`s upon the door.
Goin` home, runnin` home,
down the gasoline Alley where I started from.
Goin` home, and I`m runnin` home,
down the Gasoline Alley where I was born.
(instrumental)
But if anything should happen and my plans go wrong
should I stray to the house on the hill,
let it be known that my intentions were good,
I`d be singing in my alley if I could.
And if I`m goin` away and it`s my turn to go,
should the blood run cold in my veins,
just one favor I`d be askin` of you,
don`t bury me here, it`s too cold.
Take me back, carry me back,
down to Gasoline Alley where I started from.
Take me back, won`t cha carry me home,
down to Gasoline Alley where I started from?