Woman, get your head out of curlin' Time to get your butt out of bedGet down your hats and your baggage, my child Goin' back home, gettin' back to the homesteadBaby, while you're hittin' some water I'll put a shine upon your shoesCalifornia mark, keep the rulebook chose Goin' back home, gettin' back to the homesteadEverything is packed, gettin' back to the homesteadThis time, this time we'll stay Baby, I know that we could have made itI had ideas in my head And I wish somehow we could have saved itBut we're gasoline alley breads Yet the years haven't really been wastedAnd I know it in my head We did good for the life that we tastedCause we're gasoline alley, gasoline alley breadsWoman, you can really believe it I did everything a man could doBreakin' my back just to make us a dime That don't mean a dime if no one wants to know youLittle girl, I know how you're feelin' I've seen the hurt upon your faceHow many times do you think that I've cried Knowin' every day that your heart was gettin' brokenHoldin' back your pride, but you were nearly jokin'Oh, let's get away Baby, I know that we could have made itI had ideas in my head And I wish somehow we could have saved itBut we're gasoline alley breads Yet the years haven't really been wastedAnd I know it in my head We did good for the life that we tastedCause we're gasoline alley, gasoline alley breadsAnd I wish somehow we could have made it