Sowhere to the south of New York City
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Lies the friendly state of Tennessee,
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Down in Nashville toen I met a pretty
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Who made a pretty big fool out of me.
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And they call her Sally,
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Sally G, why d'you wanna do the things you do to me?
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You're my Sally, Sally G
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took the part that was the heart of me, Sally G.
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The night life took me down to Printers Alley,
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where Sally sang a song behind a bar.
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I ran my eyes across her as she sang a tangled mime,
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I used to love to hear her sweet guitar.
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And they call her Sally,
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Sally G, why d'you wanna do the things you do to me?
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You're my Sally, Sally G
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took the part that was the heart of me, Sally G.
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Me and Sally took up,
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things began to look up,
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Me and her were going strong.
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Then she started lyin',
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I could see our love was dyin'.
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I heard a voice say,
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"Move along, move along".
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Well now. I'm on my own again,
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I wonder if she ever really understood.
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I never thought to ask her what the letter "G" stood for,
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But I know for sure it wasn't good.
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And they call her Sally,
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Sally G, why d'you wanna do the things you do to me?
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You're my Sally, Sally G
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took the part that was the heart of me, Sally G.
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Sally G.
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Sally G
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| Paul McCartney & Wings |
