Rod Stewart Follow

I think i know now what's making me sadIt's a
yearnin' for my own back yardI realize maybe i was
wrong to leaveBetter swallow up my silly country prideGoing home, running homeDown to gasoline alley
where i started fromGoing home, and i'm running
homeDown to gasoline alley where i was bornWhen the weather's better and the rails unfreezeAnd
the wind don't whistle 'round my kneesI'll
put on my weddin' suit and catch the evening trainI'll be home before the milk's upon the doorGoing home, running homeDown to gasoline alley
where i started fromGoing home, and i'm running
homeDown to gasoline alley where i was bornBut
if anything should happen and my plans go wrongShould i
stray to the house on the hillLet it be known that my
intentions were goodI'd be singing in my alley if i
couldAnd if i'm called away and it's my
turn to goShould the blood run cold in my veinsJust
one favor i'll be asking of youDon't bury me
here, it's too coldTake me back, carry me backDown to gasoline alley where i started fromTake me back,
won't you carry me homeDown to gasoline alley where i
started fromTake me back, carry me backDown to
gasoline alley where i started fromTake me back, carry me
backDown to gasoline alley where i started fromTake
me back, carry me backDown to gasoline alley where i
started from