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Sally grew up in a poor town, down south Mississippi
Her Ma was a dancer on The River Queen,
Always kept a bible on a chair
Her Pa has medals and scars of war,
Always said ‘war it ain’t pretty’
Sally wanted more from life
Hitched a ride to New York City

Sally was living her life fast and loud
She was eating by the city,
Now she has no reason left to be proud
She turned her back on her family
She lost touch with her Ma and Pa,
Oh how she forgot, that she loved them so much
Now she’s feeling a strong calling for home,
She needs to get out of this ugly rut


The rain pours hard and the lighting strikes
Tears stain her cheeks on this lonely night
Memories rain in through this lonely dark
Tears for her loved ones, leaving their mark
Her mind races to a Bible on a chair

Waiting at the bus station, She’s ha for home,
Cold and sadness, doesn’t leave her alone.
Staring out the night window,
Crying softly to herself, crying for her family
The front porch swing it’s still hanging there
The smell of sweet musk hangs in the air
She opens the door; hoping someone is there
The only thing there, is a Bible on a chair