Lyrics:

Woman, get your head out of curlers
Time get your butt out of bed
Get down your hats and baggage, my child
Going back home
Going back to the homestead

I'm a-gonna heat me some water
And 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

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're feeling
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
Holdin' back your pride til you were nearly chokin'
Oh let's get away

Chorus

Gasoline Alley, Gasoline Alley Bred
Gasoline Alley, Gasoline Alley Bred
Gasoline Alley, Gasoline Alley Bred
Gasoline Alley, Gasoline Alley Bred