| Woman, get your head out of curlers
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| Time get your butt out of bed
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| Get down your hats and baggage, my child
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| Going back home
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| Going back to the homestead
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| I’m a-gonna heat me some water
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| And put a shine upon my shoes
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| Telephone my ma
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| Keep the room above Joe’s
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| 'Cause we’re coming back
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| Coming back to the homestead
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| Everything is packed
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| Getting back to the homestead
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| This time, this time we’ll stay
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| I know that we could have made it;
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| We had ideas in our heads
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| And I wish somehow
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| We could have saved it
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| But we’re Gasoline Alley bred
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| Yet the years haven’t really been wasted
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| And I know it in my head
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| We did good for the life that we’ve tasted
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| 'cause we’re Gasoline Alley, Gasoline Alley bred
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| Woman, you can really believe it
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| I did everything a man could do
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| Breaking my back just to make us a dime
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| That won’t mean a damn
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| When no one wants to know you
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| Woman, I know how you’re feeling
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| I’ve seen the hurt upon your face
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| How many time do you think that I’ve cried?
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| Knowing every day that your heart was getting broken
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| Holdin' back your pride til you were nearly chokin'
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| Oh let’s get away
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| Gasoline Alley, Gasoline Alley Bred
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| Gasoline Alley, Gasoline Alley Bred
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| Gasoline Alley, Gasoline Alley Bred
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| Gasoline Alley, Gasoline Alley Bred |