Sally
©1989 Dakota Sid Clifford


Seventy some odd years ago in Detroit City as far as I know
A man named Ford made a car and he shipped her out.
Well he said it was a better idea and I guess it did turn out that way
Except'n for the air we're all breathin' now
Mr. Ford made a car that got on a train and it went down south to Santa Fe
Sat there awhile and went on to El Paso
Somebody's grandpa bought her and sold her to Uncle Joe
Who sold her to some people that he didn't know
But cousin Dave bought her back and drove her out to Califomia-o
Old Dave had her for seventeen years and when he sold her he shed some tears
But he was gettin' old and he couldn't climb in her no more
Well he got himself one of them lowslung kind
        that to get into you just fall on your behind
With an eject seat to get you back out the door.
I ain't sure why I got to singin' that out,
        it was a little off the subject I was talkin' about
I was tryin' to tell you all about a beat up back road car
Somewhere along the way she got herself a name,
I don't know who named her but I call her the same
Sally, a sheet metal cast iron star

        Well the brakes are kinda maybe and the lights are just a flicker
        To start her in the morning it helps if you kick her
        The radiator's crooked but the gas gage works
        The clutch pedal chatters and the gear shift jerks
        Well the rumble seat is padded with a sleeping bag
        The fenders all rattle and the floorboards sag
        The steering's wobbly and the leaf spring squeaks
        And he generator humms and the water pump leaks....drip...drip... .drip
        But she's a star...yeh she are...
Well I can tell she's a star by the way people stare anytime
        I drive her anywhere
They all wave their arms and holler and hoot and yell
Some folks are inclined to crawl upon the fender and
        the braver ones crawl right on in her
And leave me their number in case I decide to sell!
Selling Sally ain't something I really care to do,
She's a better friend than you are and I wouldn't sell you
But folks don't know that and they ask me all the time
So I get out my old guitar and I sing'em this song and by the time I'm done they're usually gone
And to tell you the truth, that suits me just fine

        Well the brakes are kinda maybe and the lights are just a flicker
        To start her in the morning it helps if you kick her
        The radiator's crooked but the gas gage works
        The clutch pedal chatters and the gear shift jerks
        Well the rumble seat is padded with a sleeping bag
        The fenders all rattle and the floorboards sag
        The steering's wobbly and the leaf spring squeaks
        The generator humms and the water pump leaks....drip....drip... .drip
        But she's a star...yeh she are...
        You know what else people, she's still my car
        Yeah, she ain't for sale
        She'll get you there...if you ain't goin' far.......