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Gasoline Alley Bred
Hollies
Woman, get your head out of curlers.
Time get your butt out of bed.
Going back home,
Get down your hats and baggage, my child.
going back to the homestead.
I'm aand 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.
getting back to the homestead.
Everything is packed,
This time, this time we'll stay.
we had ideas in our heads.
I know that we could have made it;
And I wish somehow
we could have saved it
but we're Gasoline Alley bred.
and I know it in my head.
Yet the years haven't really been wasted,
'cause we're Gasoline Alley, Gasoline Alley bred
We did good for the life that we've tasted
Woman, you can really believe it,
I did everything a man could do.
That won't mean a damn
Breaking my back just to make us a dime.
when no one wants to know you.
Woman, I know how you're feeling.
I've seen the hurt upon your face.
holdin' back your pride til you were nearly chokin'
How many time do you think that I've cried?
Knowing every day that your heart was getting broken,
Oh let's get away.
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Gasoline Alley, Gasoline Alley Bred
Gasoline Alley, Gasoline Alley Bred
Gasoline Alley, Gasoline Alley BredGasoline Alley, Gasoline Alley Bred
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תודה, המערכת תבדוק את הקליפ ותוסיף אותו למאגר
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