Hang On Sally

(album: The Lovin' Machine - 1966)

In the mountain there's a fountain of love named Sally
A full moon shin ing down on moonshine valley
She's a'waiting and a'hoping that I'll come a' calling'
Calling to her through the water
Where the waterfall is falling
She loves me and she needs me
And her love is a'wasting
And the sweetness of the drippings
From her lips need tasting
So I'm running', wishing', and hoping' that I'll make it
Up the mountain to my fountain of love

Hang on Sally waiting here in the valley
I'm coming just as fast as I can
I'm panting and I'm puffing
Waiting till I kiss and hold your hand
Through the brush and the rubble
I'm a'calling on the double
Clothes all torn by the thorns
And the needles and the briars
I'll sure be a sight
But you can heal me tonight
And bathe my wounds in the fountain of love

Now old brother Brewer
He's afraid of revenuer's
He's a crackpot, crack shot
Now Brewer don't you do 'er
It's just me Mr. B'er old city slicker buddy
And I sure ain't a'hankering to get all hurt and bloody
If you kill me who'll thrill me
While I'm lying here a'dying
The tears'll fill the valley
Where old Sally starts to cry ing
They'll rust up and bust up the still you got a'running
So take me to my valley of love

Hang on Sally waiting here in the valley...