Gasoline Alley — текст песни (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 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