Sally Goodin

(albüm: Woody Guthrie Sings Folk Songs, Vol. 2 - 1964)

Looked down the road, seen my Sally coming
Thought to my soul I'd kill myself a running

Going down the road and the road's mighty muddy
I'm so drunk that I can't stand steady

Watermelon, cantaloupe, peach tree pudding
Ain't half as sweet as my little Sally Goodin

Stove lid's on, flap jacks a cooking
Stack 'em up high for my pretty Sally Goodin

Kiss you all day and hug you all night
Me and my Sally gonna make it all right

Tell you stories and sing you songs
Marry me Sally and you can't go wrong

Possum up a gum stump, dog on the ground
Pull my trigger and a possum comes down

Bring you sody and bring you candy
Oh, my little Sally, won't that be dandy?

As we was watching the winding key
Sally got stung by a goggle eyed bee

It's every time you hold my hand
I walk over to the promised land

Sally come a kissing me on my cheek
I jumped over the Buckeye Creek

What you gonna do when the wind starts a blowin'?
Run straight home with my petticoat a showing

What you gonna do when the snow starts a flying?
Run home to mama just a squawling and crying

I'm not a lying an' I'm not a kidding
Crazy 'bout th' gal what you call Sally Goodin

It's the truth, I'll tell you well
If I can't have Sally, I'm bound for hell

Sally Goodin, Sally Goodin. Sally Goodin. Sally Goodin
Sally Goodin. Sally Goodin. Sally Goody, Goody, Goodin