| Song | Gasoline Alley Bred |
| Artist | The Hollies |
| Album | At Abbey Road 1966-1970 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Written:R.Cook/A.Greenaway/T.Macaulay | |
| Woman get your hair out of curlers | |
| Time to get your butt out of bed | |
| Get down your hats and your baggage my child | |
| Going back home, getting back to the homestead | |
| I'm a-gonna heat me some water | |
| Put a shine upon my shoes | |
| Telephone my ma, | |
| Keep the room above Joe's | |
| 'Cause we're coming back | |
| Coming back to the homestead | |
| Everything is packed, getting back to the homestead | |
| This time, this time we'll stay, baby | |
| I know that we could have made it | |
| We had ideas in our heads | |
| And I wish somehow we could have saved it | |
| But we're Gasoline Alley bred | |
| Yet the years haven't really been wasted | |
| And I know it in my head | |
| We did good for the life that we've tasted | |
| 'Cause we're Gasoline Alley, Gasoline Alley bred | |
| Woman you can really believe it | |
| I did everything a man could do | |
| Breaking my back just to make us a dime | |
| That won't mean a damn when no one wants to know you | |
| Woman I know how you feel it | |
| I've seen the hurt upon your face | |
| How many time do you think that I've cried | |
| Knowing every day that your heart was getting broken | |
| Holding back your pride till you were nearly choking | |
| Oh let's get away, baby | |
| I know that we could have made it | |
| We had ideas in our heads | |
| And I wish somehow we could have saved it | |
| But we're Gasoline Alley bred | |
| Yet the years haven't really been wasted | |
| And I know it in my head | |
| We 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 |
| Written: R. Cook A. Greenaway T. Macaulay | |
| Woman get your hair out of curlers | |
| Time to get your butt out of bed | |
| Get down your hats and your baggage my child | |
| Going back home, getting back to the homestead | |
| I' m agonna heat me some water | |
| Put a shine upon my shoes | |
| Telephone my ma, | |
| Keep the room above Joe' s | |
| ' Cause we' re coming back | |
| Coming back to the homestead | |
| Everything is packed, getting back to the homestead | |
| This time, this time we' ll stay, baby | |
| I know that we could have made it | |
| We had ideas in our heads | |
| And I wish somehow we could have saved it | |
| But we' re Gasoline Alley bred | |
| Yet the years haven' t really been wasted | |
| And I know it in my head | |
| We did good for the life that we' ve tasted | |
| ' Cause we' re Gasoline Alley, Gasoline Alley bred | |
| Woman you can really believe it | |
| I did everything a man could do | |
| Breaking my back just to make us a dime | |
| That won' t mean a damn when no one wants to know you | |
| Woman I know how you feel it | |
| I' ve seen the hurt upon your face | |
| How many time do you think that I' ve cried | |
| Knowing every day that your heart was getting broken | |
| Holding back your pride till you were nearly choking | |
| Oh let' s get away, baby | |
| I know that we could have made it | |
| We had ideas in our heads | |
| And I wish somehow we could have saved it | |
| But we' re Gasoline Alley bred | |
| Yet the years haven' t really been wasted | |
| And I know it in my head | |
| We 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 |
| Written: R. Cook A. Greenaway T. Macaulay | |
| Woman get your hair out of curlers | |
| Time to get your butt out of bed | |
| Get down your hats and your baggage my child | |
| Going back home, getting back to the homestead | |
| I' m agonna heat me some water | |
| Put a shine upon my shoes | |
| Telephone my ma, | |
| Keep the room above Joe' s | |
| ' Cause we' re coming back | |
| Coming back to the homestead | |
| Everything is packed, getting back to the homestead | |
| This time, this time we' ll stay, baby | |
| I know that we could have made it | |
| We had ideas in our heads | |
| And I wish somehow we could have saved it | |
| But we' re Gasoline Alley bred | |
| Yet the years haven' t really been wasted | |
| And I know it in my head | |
| We did good for the life that we' ve tasted | |
| ' Cause we' re Gasoline Alley, Gasoline Alley bred | |
| Woman you can really believe it | |
| I did everything a man could do | |
| Breaking my back just to make us a dime | |
| That won' t mean a damn when no one wants to know you | |
| Woman I know how you feel it | |
| I' ve seen the hurt upon your face | |
| How many time do you think that I' ve cried | |
| Knowing every day that your heart was getting broken | |
| Holding back your pride till you were nearly choking | |
| Oh let' s get away, baby | |
| I know that we could have made it | |
| We had ideas in our heads | |
| And I wish somehow we could have saved it | |
| But we' re Gasoline Alley bred | |
| Yet the years haven' t really been wasted | |
| And I know it in my head | |
| We 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 |