| 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 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 |