| GASOLINE ALLEY |
| (Rod Stewart, Ron Wood) 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 weather's 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 milk's 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 I'll 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 |