Gasoline Alley sing and play along

I think I know er's now ter what's the makin' me sad,

it's a yearnin' for my old tle back my door.

I realize my maybe I was wrong an to nin' leave.

Better swallow all my silly country pride.

Goin' home, runnin' home,

down to Gasoline Alley where I started from.

Goin' home, and I'm runnin' home,

down to Gasoline Alley where I was born.

When the weather's better and the rails in' unfreeze,

and the wind in' don't my whistle 'round my knees,

I put al on my weather suit and catch an eve nin' train.

I'll be home before the milk's upon the door.

Goin' home, runnin' home,

down to Gasoline Alley where I started from.

Goin' home, and I'm runnin' home,

down to Gasoline Alley where I was born.

But if anything should happen and my plans go to wrong,

should I stray to the house on the hill,

let it be known that my intentions were good.

I'd be singin' in the alley if I could.

And if I'm called away pen and it's my turn to go,

should the blood run the cold in my veins,

just it one favor I'll be askin' of you don't be bury me here al it's too I could.

And 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,

won't you carry me home,

down to Gasoline Alley where I started from.

Take started from.