Текст песни Rod Stewart - Gasoline Alley
Rod Stewart - Gasoline Alley слова песни
I think I know now what`s making me sadIt`s a yearnin` for my own back yardI realize maybe I was wrong to leaveBetter swallow up my silly country prideGoing home, running homeDown to Gasoline Alley where I started fromGoing home, and I`m running homedown to Gasoline Alley where I was bornWhen the weather`s better and the rails unfreezeand the wind don`t whistle `round my kneesI`ll put on my weddin` suit and catch the evening trainI`ll be home before the milk`s upon the doorGoing home, running homedown to Gasoline Alley where I started fromGoing home, and I`m running homedown to Gasoline Alley where I was bornBut if anything should happen and my plans go wrongShould I stray to the house on the hillLet it be known that my intentions were goodI`d be singing in my alley if I couldAnd if I`m called away and it`s my turn to goShould the blood run cold in my veinsJust one favor I`ll be asking of youDon`t bury me here, it`s too coldTake me back, carry me backDown to Gasoline Alley where I started fromTake me back, won`t you carry me homeDown to Gasoline Alley where I started fromTake me back, carry me backDown to Gasoline Alley where I started fromTake me back, carry me backDown to Gasoline Alley where I started fromTake me back, carry me backDown to Gasoline Alley where I started from