My Gal Sal - Roy Acuff

Everything is over and I’m feeling bad

I lost the best pal that I ever had

'Tis but a fortnight since she was here

Seems like she’s gone tho', for twenty years

Oh, how I miss her, my old pal

Oh, how I’d kiss her, My Gal Sal

Face not so handsome, but eyes don’t you know

That shone just as bright as they did years ago.

They called her frivolous Sal

A peculiar sort of a gal

With a heart that was mellow

An all 'round good fellow, was my old pal

Your troubles, sorrow and care

She was always willing to share

A wild sort of devil, but dead on the level

Was My Gal Sal.

Brought her little dainties just afore she died

Promised she would meet me on the other side

Told her how I love her, she said, «I know Jim

Just do your best, leave the rest to Him.»

They called her frivolous Sal

A peculiar sort of a gal

With a heart that was mellow

An all 'round good fellow, was my old pal

Your troubles, sorrow and care

She was always willing to share

A wild sort of devil, but dead on the level

Was My Gal Sal.

Gently I pressed her to my breast

Soon she would take her last, long rest

She looked at me and murmured, «Pal.»

And softly I whispered «Goodbye, Sal.»

They called her frivolous Sal

A peculiar sort of a gal

With a heart that was mellow

An all 'round good fellow, was my old pal

Your troubles, sorrow and care

She was always willing to share

A wild sort of devil, but dead on the level

Was My Gal Sal.