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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 do you wanna do the things you do to me?

You're my Sally, Sally G,
you took the part that was the heart of me,
Sally G.

The nightlife took me down to Printers Alley
where Sally sang a song behind the bar.

I ran my eyes across her
as she sang a tangled mime;
I used to love to hear her sweet guitar.

And they call her Sally, Sally G,
why do you wanna do the things you do to me?

You're my Sally, Sally G,
you 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 goin' strong.

Then she started lyin',
I could see our love was dyin'.
I heard her 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 do you wanna do the things you do to me?

You're my Sally, Sally G,
you took the part that was the heart of me,
Sally G.

Take it, chaps,
Sally G.