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!
