By Paul McCartney

Sowhere to the south of New York City
Lies the friendly state of Tennessee,
Down in Nashville toen 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 mime,
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 lyin',
I could see our love was dyin'
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

Sally G