Sally by Tennessee Wayne

Blue Rolls Royce, daddy’s voice. Sally cryin’ by choice. Yes, I sing about Sally. Firelight, book burn bright. Yes, I sing about Sally tonight. Cry, cry, cry — tears in her hair. Messiah on the wall just stare. Yes, I sing about Sally. Yes, I sing about Sally. Backseat, backstreet, midnight plan. Sneakin’ out to find her man. Yes, I sing about Sally. Yes, I sing about Sally. Stage light, crowd tight, gospel roar. Tommy preachin’, police at the door. Yes, I sing about Sally. Sixteen stitches, blood and blue. Dreams cut deep, but she cut through. Yes, I sing about Sally. Yes, I sing about Sally. Long road, new show, California boy. Guitar strings, restless joy. Yes, I sing about Sally. Yes, I sing about Sally. Garden grow, chickens crow, love in the dirt, and time moves slow. Yes, I sing about Sally. Yes, I sing about Sally. Scar on her cheek, star in her hand, singin’ her song across the land. Yes, I sing about Sally. Yes, I sing about Sally. Messiah talk, whispers fly, follow the light, follow the sky. Yes, I sing about Sally. Yes, I sing about Sally. Everybody, everybody, everybody. Everybody sing about Sally. Blue Rolls, blue sky, blue sea, too. Yes, I sing about Sally — Sally! Sally! Sally! Sally! Sally! I sing about Sally, too!