I think Im goin mad and its makin me sad.
Its a yearnin for my old back door
I realize maybe I was born to lead
Better swallow my silly country pride
Goin home, running home.
Down the gasoline alley where I started from
Goin home, and Im running home
Down the gasoline alley where I was born
When the weathers better and rails unfreeze
And the wind wont whistle round my knees
Ill put on my weather suit and catch you in the rain,
Ill be home before the milks upon the door
Goin home, running home
Down the gasoline alley where I started from
Goin home, and Im running home
Down the 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
Id be singing in my alley if I could
And if Im goin away and its my turn to go
Should the blood run cold in my veins
Just one favor Id be askin of you
Dont bury me here its too cold
Take me back carry me back
Down to gasoline alley where I started from
Take me back, wont cha carry me home down
The gasoline alley where I started from
Take me back carry me back
Down the gasoline alley where I started from
Take me back, carry me back down
The gasoline alley where I started from
Take me back carry me back
Down the gasoline alley where I started from