Lyric 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