Sally G (One Hand Clapping Sessions)

Somewhere to the south of New York City

Lies the friendly state of Tennessee

Down in Nashville town I met a pretty

Who made a pretty big fool out of me

And they call her Sally, Sally G

Why d'you wanna do the things you do to me?

You're my Sally, Sally G

Took the part that was the heart of me, Sally G

The night life took me down to Printers Alley

Where Sally sang a song behind a bar

I ran my eyes across her as she sang a tangled mind

I used to love to hear her sweet guitar

And they call her Sally, Sally G

Why d'you wanna do the things you do to me?

You're my Sally, Sally G

Took the part that was the heart of me, Sally G

Me and Sally took up

Things began to look up

Me and her were going strong

Then she started lying

I could see our love was dying

I heard a voice say

"Move along, move along"

Well, now I'm on my own again

I wonder if she ever really understood

I never thought to ask her what the letter "G" stood for

But I know for sure it wasn't good

And they call her Sally, Sally G

Why d'you wanna do the things you do to me?

You're my Sally, Sally G

Took the part that was the heart of me, Sally G

Take it, chaps

Sally G

Yeah, Sally G