Sally Sunday (3:31)

SALLY SUNDAY

Contact Info:
Daniel Crabtree
info@DanielCrabtreeMusic.com

Songwriter, Publisher & PRO
Daniel Crabtree / Three Girls I Work For Publishing / ASCAP

ISRC: QM2PK1720932

Lyrics:

Sally Sunday, Sally Sunday
Whatcha gonna do with Sally Sunday 

A little baby left in the barnyard
No evidence from whence she came
Farmer didn’t know what to do with her
‘Til he heard a church bell ring
He heard a church bell ring

Put her in wicker basket
Walked her down the lane
Laid her in the arms of a nun
Who named her Sally Sunday
She named her Sally Sunday 

Sally Sunday, Sally Sunday
Whatcha gonna do with Sally Sunday 

The sisters had their hands full
When she learned to walk
But she couldn’t hold her tongue
When she finally learned to talk
Sally Sunday sure could talk

She grew up rough and tumble
The boys tried to push her ‘round
And try to get her to rumble
She’d knock ‘em to the ground
She’d knock ‘em ole boys down

Sally Sunday, Sally Sunday
Whatcha gonna do with Sally Sunday 

He met her on the schoolyard
Thought he had her in his hand
She put him flat down on his back
She could skin a pig better than a man can
Skin a pig better than a man can

He knew he’d have to have her
For the rest of his life
But he’d wait a little longer
To make that girl his wife
He’d make Sally his wife

Sally Sunday, Sally Sunday
Whatcha gonna do with Sally Sunday 

Sixty years together
She never lost a fight
He loved her just the way she was
Right ‘til the day she died
Right ‘til the day she died

As they put her in the ground
He couldn’t help but smile
When he thought of her in Heaven
Up there running wild
Up there running wild

Sally Sunday, Sally Sunday
Lord, whatcha gonna do with Sally Sunday