Video Sally Shaw de Al Duvall 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Al Duvall - Sally Shaw Lyrics

Sally Shaw, won't you be my squaw
And I'll stand pappy for your midnight baby
I will cook and read the Good Book
And I'll go back workin' at the sawmill, maybe

When we were young and all matched-up
And set to jump the broom
I wandered off to see the world
And left you at the loom
I crushed your hopes to make my wine
While you awaited me
Now I come back home, your eyes still shine
Like a smokehouse key

Sally Shaw, won't you be my squaw
And I'll stand pappy for your midnight baby
I will cook and read the Good Book
And I'll go back workin' at the sawmill, maybe

Now Mabel Moore was plump and rich
And she's too hard to please
And Ophe Drake was hot to trot
But the juice ain't worth the squeeze
And Sarah from the city
Saved money on barb-wire
Her heart was just a green pinecone
It fizzled in the fire
Sally Shaw, won't you be my squaw
And I'll stand pappy for your midnight baby
I will cook and read the Good Book
And I'll go back workin' at the sawmill, maybe

I've heard some talk around the porch
But I don't care too hard
I'd like to be a mean ol' dog
You chain up in your yard
So, I'm kneeling here, about half-tied
To ask you real nice
You look a lot like my third wife
I've only married twice

Sally Shaw, won't you be my squaw
And I'll stand pappy for your midnight baby
I will cook and read the Good Book
And I'll go back workin' at the sawmill, maybe
Sally Shaw, won't you be my squaw
And I'll stand pappy for your midnight baby
I will cook and read the Good Book
And I'll go back workin' at the sawmill, maybe