Somewhere to the south of New York City
Lies the friendly state of Tennessee
Down in Nashville town, I met a pretty
Made a pretty big fool out of me

And they call her Sally
Sally G, why do 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 a 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 do 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 do 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

Take it, chaps
Sally G

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Linda McCartney, Paul McCartney