(Northern) soulklassieker du jour: Gasoline Alley

Uit de tijd voordat Rod Stewart zichzelf belachelijk maakte met tenenkrommende bagger als “Do ya think i’m sexy”. De vroege Stewart was een fantastische performer, op zijn best in rock ballads als het nostalgische “Gasoline Alley”. Let op de wijze waarop Stewart’s stem hier ‘communiceert’ met de mandoline en Ron Wood’s gitaar. Weergaloos.

Aanbevolen: An Old Raincoat Won’t Ever Let You Down, Gasoline Alley, Every Picture Tells A Story en – nou vooruit – Never A Dull Moment. Alles daarna is rotzooi en mag je vergeten.

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

Going home, running home
Down to Gasoline Alley where I started from
Going home, and I’m running 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 home, running home
down to Gasoline Alley where I started from
Going home, and I’m 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
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