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Through the valley of the shadow of roosevelt s nose, of the word coming out of the broadcasting tower
she was washed in the blood of the dying sioux nation
Adios south dakota, no rings on her fingers
Adios south dakota, adios south dakota
For he was last seen in that 59 desoto, and turning the dial
he promised her the world but they never got that far
of theodore roosevelt and the sweet sally rose
He promised her the world but they never got that far, with her eye on the highway and her foot on the floor
of the word coming out of the broadcasting tower
Of the word coming out of the broadcasting tower, of theodore roosevelt and the sweet sally rose
right under the nose
When sally was born in the black hills of dakota, they ve got a national monument carved out of stone
and she knew that her roots were in the old reservation
when sally was born in the black hills of dakota
She was pulled by the power, right under the nose, and she knew that her roots were in the old reservation
they ve got a national monument carved out of stone
Her mama picked him up in south minnesota, when sally was born in the black hills of dakota
She was pulled by the power, adios south dakota
When sally was born in the black hills of dakota, with bugs on her headlights and runs in her hose Harris, she was washed in the blood of the dying sioux nation
But she had stars in her eyes and greater expectations, and turning the dial Of, and turning the dial
For he was last seen in that 59 desoto, but she had stars in her eyes and greater expectations Rose, she was washed in the blood of the dying sioux nation
And she knew that her roots were in the old reservation, playing cowboys and indians, of the word coming out of the broadcasting tower
And she knew that her roots were in the old reservation, and turning the dial, raised with a proud but a wandering heart
So she left rapid city in the blue moonlight hour, adios south dakota, when sally was born in the black hills of dakota
he promised her the world but they never got that far
And turning the dial, no rings on her fingers Sally, no rings on her fingers
No rings on her fingers, adios sally rose
when sally was born in the black hills of dakota
Through the valley of the shadow of roosevelt s nose, her mama picked him up in south minnesota Ballad, for he was last seen in that 59 desoto
Raised with a proud but a wandering heart, he promised her the world but they never got that far
adios sally rose
adios south dakota
Adios south dakota, when sally was born in the black hills of dakota, when sally was born in the black hills of dakota
but she had stars in her eyes and greater expectations
he promised her the world but they never got that far
Her mama picked him up in south minnesota, right under the nose Ballad, and she knew that her roots were in the old reservation
But she had stars in her eyes and greater expectations, of the word coming out of the broadcasting tower
With bugs on her headlights and runs in her hose, no bells on her toes Sally, with her eye on the highway and her foot on the floor
Of theodore roosevelt and the sweet sally rose, of the word coming out of the broadcasting tower
He promised her the world but they never got that far, her mama picked him up in south minnesota, she was pulled by the power
No bells on her toes, she was washed in the blood of the dying sioux nation, she was washed in the blood of the dying sioux nation
Through the valley of the shadow of roosevelt s nose, playing cowboys and indians, of theodore roosevelt and the sweet sally rose
She was pulled by the power, through the valley of the shadow of roosevelt s nose
Right under the nose, on the side of a mountain where her forefathers roamed
When sally was born in the black hills of dakota, so she left rapid city in the blue moonlight hour, when sally was born in the black hills of dakota
right under the nose
For he was last seen in that 59 desoto, and she knew that her roots were in the old reservation
and turning the dial
Raised with a proud but a wandering heart, of theodore roosevelt and the sweet sally rose
For he was last seen in that 59 desoto, with her eye on the highway and her foot on the floor
for he was last seen in that 59 desoto
Playing cowboys and indians, and she knew that her roots were in the old reservation
when sally was born in the black hills of dakota
No rings on her fingers, of the word coming out of the broadcasting tower
Of the word coming out of the broadcasting tower, he promised her the world but they never got that far, raised with a proud but a wandering heart
No rings on her fingers, adios sally rose, he promised her the world but they never got that far
but she had stars in her eyes and greater expectations