Текст песни Hollies - Gasoline Alley Bred (R. CookA. Greenaway
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Woman get your hair out of curlersTime to get your butt out of bedGet down your hats and your baggage my childGoin` back home, gettin` back to the homesteadI`m a-gonna heat me some waterPut a shine upon my shoesTelephone my ma, keep the room above Joe`s`Cause we`re coming back coming back to the homesteadEverything is packed, gettin` back to the homesteadThis time, this time we`ll stay, babyI know that we could have made itWe had ideas in our headsAnd I wish somehow we could have saved itBut we`re Gasoline Alley bredYet the years haven`t really been wastedAnd I know it in my headWe did good for the life that we`ve tasted`Cause we`re Gasoline Alley, Gasoline Alley bredWoman you can really believe itI did everything a man could doBreaking my back just to make us a dimeThat won`t mean a damn when no one wants to know youWoman I know how you feel itI`ve seen the hurt upon your faceHow many time do you think that I`ve criedKnowing every day that your heart was getting brokenHolding back your pride till you were nearly chokingOh, let`s get away, babyI know that we could have made itWe had ideas in our headsAnd I wish somehow we could have saved itBut we`re Gasoline Alley bredYet the years haven`t really been wastedAnd I know it in my headWe 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