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(Rod Stewart, Ron Wood)
 
I think I know now what's making me sad
 
It's a yearnin' for my own back yard
 
I realize 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 weddin' 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