Gasoline Alley

Gasoline Alley - Rod Stewart
I think I know now what's making me sad
It's a yearnin' for my own back yard
I realize maybe I was wrong to leave
Better swallow up my silly country pride
Going home, running home
Down to gasoline alley
where I started from
Going home
and I'm running home
Down to gasoline alley
where I was born
When the weathers better
and the rails unfreeze
And the wind don't whistle
round my knees
I'll put on my weddin' suit
and catch the evening train
I'll be home before
the milks upon the door
Going home, running home
Down to gasoline alley
where I started from
Going home, and I'm running home
Down to gasoline alley
where I was born
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 called away and
it's my turn to go
Should the blood run cold in my veins
Just one favor 'Ill be asking 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 you carry me home
Down to gasoline alley
where I started from
Take me back, carry me back
Down to gasoline alley
where I started from
Take me back, carry me back
Down to gasoline alley
where I started from
Take me back, carry me back
Down to gasoline alley
where I started from