Gasoline Alley Bred (R. CookA. Greenaway — текст песни (Hollies)

Woman get your hair out of curlers
Time to get your butt out of bed
Get down your hats and your baggage my child
Goin` back home, gettin` back to the homestead

I`m a-gonna heat me some water
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, 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 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 when no one wants to know you

Woman I know how you feel it
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
Holding back your pride till you were nearly choking
Oh, let`s get away, 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 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

(Gasoline Alley) Gasoline Alley Bred
(Gasoline Alley) Gasoline Alley Bred
(Gasoline Alley) Gasoline Alley Bred
(Gasoline Alley) Gasoline Alley Bred