Gasoline Alley Bred The Hollies
[Bb]Woman get your hair out of curlers, [Bbmaj7]time get your butt out of bed.
[Fm]Get down your hats and [D#]baggage, my child.
[Cm]Going back home, going [F]back to the homestead.
[Bb]I'm a-gonna heat me some water and [Bbmaj7]put a shine upon my shoes.
[Fm]Telephone my ma, keep the [D#]room above Joe's
'[Cm]Cause we're coming back, coming [F]back to the homestead.
[Cm]Everything is packed, getting [F]back to the homestead
[C]This time, [D#]this time we'll [F]stay, baby.
[Bb]I know that [D#]we could have[Bb] made it; we had [D#]ideas in our [Bb]heads.
And I wish [D#]somehow we could have [Bb]saved it but we're [D#]Gasoline Alle[Bb]y bred.
Yet the years haven't [D#]really been [Bb]wasted and I [D#]know it in my [Bb]head.
We did good for the [D#]life that we've [Bb]tasted cause we're [D#]Gasoline Alley
[D#m]Gasoline Alley [Bb]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, baby.
Gasoline [G#]Alley, Gasoline Alley [Bb]Bred (repeat to fade)
by: Josť Duarte