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The Ballad Of Sally Rose

	作词 : Harris, Kennerley
	Her mama picked him up in south Minnesota
	He promised her the world but they never got that far
	For he was last seen in that '59 DeSota
	When Sally was born in the black hills of Dakota.
	She was washed in the blood of the dying Sioux nation
	Raised with a proud but a wandering heart
	And she knew that her roots were in the old reservation
	But she had stars in her eyes and greater expectations.
	No rings on her fingers, no bells on her toes
	With bugs on her headlights and runs in her hose
	Through the valley of the shadow of Roosevelt's nose
	Adios South Dakota, adios Sally Rose.
	They've got a national monument carved out of stone
	On the side of a mountain where her forefathers roamed
	Playin' cowboys and Indians right under the nose
	Of Theodore Roosevelt and the sweet Sally Rose.
	So she left Rapid City in the blue moonlight hour
	With her eye on the highway and her foot on the floor
	And turnin' the dial, she was pulled by the power
	Of the word coming out of that broadcasting tower.
	No rings on her fingers, no bells on her toes
	With bugs on her headlights and runs in her hose
	Through the valley of the shadow of Roosevelt's nose
	Adios South Dakota, adios Sally Rose...

	zuò cí : Harris, Kennerley
	Her mama picked him up in south Minnesota
	He promised her the world but they never got that far
	For he was last seen in that ' 59 DeSota
	When Sally was born in the black hills of Dakota.
	She was washed in the blood of the dying Sioux nation
	Raised with a proud but a wandering heart
	And she knew that her roots were in the old reservation
	But she had stars in her eyes and greater expectations.
	No rings on her fingers, no bells on her toes
	With bugs on her headlights and runs in her hose
	Through the valley of the shadow of Roosevelt' s nose
	Adios South Dakota, adios Sally Rose.
	They' ve got a national monument carved out of stone
	On the side of a mountain where her forefathers roamed
	Playin' cowboys and Indians right under the nose
	Of Theodore Roosevelt and the sweet Sally Rose.
	So she left Rapid City in the blue moonlight hour
	With her eye on the highway and her foot on the floor
	And turnin' the dial, she was pulled by the power
	Of the word coming out of that broadcasting tower.
	No rings on her fingers, no bells on her toes
	With bugs on her headlights and runs in her hose
	Through the valley of the shadow of Roosevelt' s nose
	Adios South Dakota, adios Sally Rose...