Gasoline Alley

Lyrics: Rod Stewart, Ronnie Wood
Music: Rod Stewart, Ronnie Wood

A fragment was sung by Bruce Hornsby with The Other Ones in 2000:

Should the blood run cold in my veins
Just one favor I'll be asking of you
Don't bury me here, it's too cold

Going home, going home
Down to Gasoline Alley where I started from
Take me back, won't you carry me back
Down to Gasoline Alley where I started from

I'm going home
Down to Gasoline Alley where I started from
Take me back, won't you carry me back
Down to Gasoline Alley where I started from
The full lyrics are:
I think I know now what's making me sad
It's a yearnin' for my own back yard
I realise maybe I was wrong to leave
Better swallow up my silly country pride

Going home, running home
Down to Gasoline Alley where I started from
Going home, and I'm running home
Down to Gasoline Alley where I was born

When the weather's better and the rails unfreeze
And the wind don't whistle 'round my knees
I'll put on my wedding suit and catch the evening train
I'll be home before the milk's upon the door

Going home, running home
Down to Gasoline Alley where I started from
Going home, and I'm running home
Down to Gasoline Alley where I was born

But if anything should happen and my plans go wrong
Should I stray to the house on the hill
Let it be known that my intentions were good
I'd be singing in my alley if I could

And if I'm called away and it's my turn to go
Should the blood run cold in my veins
Just one favor I'll be asking of you
Don't bury me here, it's too 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, carry me back
Down to Gasoline Alley where I started from
Take me back, carry me back
Down to Gasoline Alley where I started from
Recordings
     Date Album Recorded By
      1970 Gasoline Alley Rod Stewart


 


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