Capo 1
                              
A
Woman get your hair out of curlers
A                         Em
Time get your butt out of bed-----. 
Bm                     D
Get down your hats and baggage, my child. 
Bm
Going back home, 
      Em              A        
going back to the homeste---ad.  


A  
I'm a-gonna heat me some water, 
A                       Em
and put a shine upon my shoes. 
Bm                         D
Telephone my ma,  keep the room above Joe's 
Bm
'Cause we're coming back, 
       Em              A
coming back to the homestead. 
Bm
Everything is packed, 
        Em              A 
getting back to the homestead 
             D                    Bm
This time---,     this time we'll stay--- baby.  


A                         D
I know that we could have made it; 
       Bm      D      A
we had i-deas  in our heads. 
      Bm                         D
and I wish somehow we could have saved it 
          Bm       D     A
but we're Gasoline Alley bred. 
        A                         D
Yet the years haven't really been wasted, 
      Bm            D
and I know it in my head. 
       A                            D
We did good for the life that we've tasted 
             Bm             Dm                     A
'cause we're Gasoline Alley,        Gasoline Alley bred  


A  
Woman, you can really believe it, 
      A                      Em
I did everything a man could do. 
Bm                       D
Breaking my back just to make us a dime. 
Bm
that won't mean a damn 
     Em                      A           
when no one wants to know you--------.  


A   
Woman, I know how you're feeling. 
     A                       Em
I've seen the hurt upon your face. 
Bm                   D
How many time do you think that I've cried? 
Bm                          Em                A
Knowing every day that your heart was getting broken, 
Bm                          Em              A
holdin' back your pride til you were nearly chokin' 
        D                 Bm
Oh----------  let's get a-way----------.  
  

A                         D
I know that we could have made it; 
       Bm      D      A
we had i-deas  in our heads. 
      Bm                         D
and I wish somehow we could have saved it 
          Bm       D     A
but we're Gasoline Alley bred. 
        A                         D
Yet the years haven't really been wasted, 
      Bm            D
and I know it in my head. 
       A                            D
We did good for the life that we've tasted 
             Bm              Dm                   A
'cause we're Gasoline Alley,       Gasoline Alley bred  

(repeat to fade)
          Bm        D              A
 Gasoline Alley,    Gasoline Alley Bred