(Rod Stewart, Ron Wood)
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I think I know now what's making me sad
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It's a yearnin' for my own back yard
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I realize maybe I was wrong to leave
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Better swallow up my silly country pride
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Going home, running home
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Down to Gasoline Alley where I started from
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Going home, and I'm running home
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down to Gasoline Alley where I was born
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When the weather's better and the rails unfreeze
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and the wind don't whistle 'round my knees
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I'll put on my weddin' suit and catch the evening train
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I'll be home before the milk's upon the door
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Going home, running home
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down to Gasoline Alley where I started from
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Going home, and I'm running home
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down to Gasoline Alley where I was born
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But if anything should happen and my plans go wrong
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Should I stray to the house on the hill
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Let it be known that my intentions were good
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I'd be singing in my alley if I could
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And if I'm called away and it's my turn to go
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Should the blood run cold in my veins
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Just one favor I'll be asking of you
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Don't bury me here, it's too cold
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Take me back, carry me back
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Down to Gasoline Alley where I started from
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Take me back, won't you carry me home
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Down to Gasoline Alley where I started from
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Take me back, carry me back
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Down to Gasoline Alley where I started from
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Take me back, carry me back
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Down to Gasoline Alley where I started from
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Take me back, carry me back
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Down to Gasoline Alley where I started from
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Gasoline Alley
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| Rod Stewart |
