(Emmylouy Harris / Paul Kennerley)
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Her mama picked him up in south Minnesota
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He promised her the world but they never got that far
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For he was last seen in that '59 DeSota
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When Sally was born in the black hills of Dakota
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She was washed in the blood of the dying Sioux nation
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Raised with a proud but a wandering heart
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And she knew that her roots were in the old reservation
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But she had stars in her eyes and graeter expectations
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No rings on her fingers no bells on het toes
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With bugs on her headlights
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And runs in her hose
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Through the valley of the shadow of Roosevelt's nose
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Adios, South Dakota, adios Sally Rose
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They've got a national monument carved out of stone
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On the side of a mountain where her forefathers roamed
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Playing cowboys and Indians right under the nose
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Of Theodore Roosevelt and the sweet Sally Rose
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So she left Rapid City in the blue moonlight hour
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With her eye on the highway and her foot on the floor
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And turnin' the dial she was pulled by the power
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Of the word coming out of that broadcasting tower
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Ballad Of Sally Rose
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| Emmylou Harris |
