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