| My true love did breathe by the Sally Ann just barely
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| That while walkin’through town only my heart did hear him
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| In views of the city
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| There ain’t many folks by the Sally Ann so pretty
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| That while walkin’through town, many a twisted features
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| Made a terrible beauty
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| And then I knew
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| And then I knew, I’d been there before
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| One thing you must know by the Sally Ann directly
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| Is that the pockets don’t hold any more sunken treasures
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| After baptism by whiskey
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| But when leavin’the bar by the Sally Ann just barely
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| The old angel may allow light from above the mountain
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| And red brick walls blooming, you may see
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| And then you’ll know
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| And then you’ll know, you’ve been there before |