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Somewhere to the south of New York City
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Lies the friendly state of Tennessee
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Down in Nashville I met a pretty
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Who made a pretty big fool out of me
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And they called her Sally, Sally G
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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
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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 called 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