I think I know now what's making me sad 
It's a yearnin' for my own back yard 
I realize maybe I was wrong to leave 
Better swallow up my silly country pride 

Going [bad word] home 
Down to Gasoline Alley where I started from 
Going home, and [bad word] home 
down to Gasoline Alley where I was born 

When the weather's better and the rails unfreeze 
and the wind don't whistle 'round my knees 
I'll put on my weddin' suit and catch the evening train 
I'll be home before the milk's upon the door 

Going [bad word] home 
down to Gasoline Alley where I started from 
Going home, and [bad word] 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 [bad word] cold in my veins 
Just one favor I'll be asking of you 
Don't bury me here, it's too cold 
Take me back, carry me back 
Down to Gasoline Alley where I started from 
Take me back, won't you carry me home 
Down to Gasoline Alley where I started from 

Take me back, carry me back 
Down to Gasoline Alley where I started from 
Take me back, carry me back 
Down to Gasoline Alley where I started from 
Take me back, carry me back 
Down to Gasoline Alley where I started from