Texty: Paul McCartney. Sally G.

Somewhere to the south of New York City
Lies the friendly state of Tennessee
Down in Nashville town then 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
You 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 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 d'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 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
You took the part that was the heart of me, Sally G

Take a chance
Sally G
Yeah, Sally G