Woman, get your head out of curlin' Time to get your butt out of bed
Get down your hats and your baggage, my child Goin' back home, gettin' back to the homestead
Baby, while you're hittin' some water I'll put a shine upon your shoes
California mark, keep the rulebook chose Goin' back home, gettin' back to the homestead
Everything is packed, gettin' back to the homestead
This time, this time we'll stay Baby, I know that we could have made it
I had ideas in my head And I wish somehow we could have saved it
But we're gasoline alley breads Yet the years haven't really been wasted
And I know it in my head We did good for the life that we tasted
Cause we're gasoline alley, gasoline alley breads
Woman, you can really believe it I did everything a man could do
Breakin' my back just to make us a dime That don't mean a dime if no one wants to know you
Little girl, I know how you're feelin' I've seen the hurt upon your face
How many times do you think that I've cried Knowin' every day that your heart was gettin' broken
Holdin' back your pride, but you were nearly jokin'
Oh, let's get away Baby, I know that we could have made it
I had ideas in my head And I wish somehow we could have saved it
But we're gasoline alley breads Yet the years haven't really been wasted
And I know it in my head We did good for the life that we tasted
Cause we're gasoline alley, gasoline alley breads
And I wish somehow we could have made it