| Sally was the apple of Johnny’s eye
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| Johnny had ramblin' on his mind
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| She’d called his house late one night
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| Almost died when she got the reply
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| He’s gone, he ran
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| Gonna join a travelin' band
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| Gonna sing for sold-out shows
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| He’s gone, ain’t comin' home
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| Now Sally had to walk to school all alone
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| Go to work, come straight home
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| Spend all day trying not to weep
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| Every night she cries herself to sleep
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| Well it was out in St. Louis
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| Johnny hit GOLD
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| Record man said «Your song is sold»
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| All over the country they did roam
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| But he thought about a love that he’d left at home
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| He sent a proposal in a sealed envelope
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| Said they’d run away and elope
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| He went to the mailbox with a gleam in his eye
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| Almost died when he got the reply
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| She’s gone, she ran
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| Gonna join a travelin' band
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| Gonna sing for sold-out shows
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| She’s gone, ain’t comin' home |