I think I know now what’s making me sad
Yearnin’ for my own back yard
Realize maybe I was wrong to leave
Swallow up my silly country pride

Going home, running home
Down to Gasoline Alley where I was born
Going home, running home
Down to Gasoline Alley where I was born
Yeah, ooh

When the weather’s better and the rails unfreeze
Wind don’t whistle ’round my knees
I’ll put on my weddin’ suit and catch the evening train
Home before the milk’s upon the door

Going home, running home
Down to Gasoline Alley where I was born
Going home, running home
Down to 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
I’d be singing in my alley if I could

And if I’m called away and it’s my turn to go
Should the blood run cold in my veins
Just one favor I’ll be asking of you
Don’t bury me here, it’s too cold

Going home, running home
Down to Gasoline Alley where I was born
Going home, running home
Down to Gasoline Alley where I was born

Going home, running home
Gasoline Alley where I was born
Going home, running home
Gasoline Alley where I was born