Sally - Johnny Flynn

Snared about her winsome glance and mad about the town

Kicking heels has lost its charm and every boy’s a clown

Leave a trail of dusted boots and choose a toecap then

Or kiss me here or kick me there;

lovers won’t be friends

I’m a plough and you’re a furrow;

I’m a fox and you’re a burrow

I’m a weed and you are the road;

you were a man (You were a man)

And I’m alone…

Sally was a daisy chain and Sally was a rock

Sally let her hair hang low and Sally wore a frock

Someone saw a local boy crawl along the shore

«Well, must be someone’s son,» they thought and should’ve thought some more

I’m a plough and you’re a furrow;

I’m a fox and you’re a burrow

I’m a weed and you are the road;

you were a man (You were a man)

And I’m alone…

Sally saw the boy come near right beneath the sun

Breathing hard and cockle proud and Sally’s heart was won

Not a boy she knew at first, not a face she’d seen

Or whispered through her ready lips, «I'll be the best I’ve been»

I’m a plough and you’re a furrow;

I’m a fox and you’re a burrow

I’m a weed and you are the road;

you were a man (You were a man)

And I’m alone…

And I scorched his fingers in her face;

grubby mitts, saving grace

Coughed a liver, winked to die-- Why don’t you lie?

Several gloves and half-cocked eyes bring nature to their deviled lives

Winsome misses wanting lads aging in their passing fads

Leave a trail of dusted boots and choose a toe cap then

Kiss me here or kick me there and lovers might be friends

I’m a plough and you’re a furrow;

I’m a fox and you’re a burrow

I’m a weed and you are the road;

you were a man (You were a man)

And I’m alone…