I think I know now whats makin me sad

It’s yearning for my own backyard

I realized baby I was wrong to leave

Better swallow up my foolish country pride

Callin home

Runnin home back to gasoline alley

Where I started from

Callin home

Runnin home back to gasoline alley

Where I was born

Where the weathers better and the rails don’t
freeze

And the wind don’t whistle around your knees

I’ll put on my weather suit and catch an early
train

I’ll be home before the milks upon your door

Goin home

Runnin home back to gasoline alley

Where I started from

Callin home

Runnin home back to gasoline alley

Where I was from

Goin home

Runnin home back to gasoline alley

Where I started from

Goin home

Runnin home back to gasoline alley

Where I was born

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 are good

I’d be singing in the 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 askin of you

Don’t bury me here its to cold

Take me back

Carry me back down to gasoline alley

Where I started from

Take me home

Carry me home back to gasoline alley

Where I was born

Take me back

Carry me back down to gasoline alley

Where I started from

Take me home

Carry me home back to gasoline alley

Where I was born

Take me back

Carry me home yeah

Take me back

Don’t bury me here its to cold

Carry me home

Take me back its to cold