Sade - Sally
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"Sally" (Sade)
Intro
Dm7VersAm7e 1
Am7Sally you openDm7ed out your arms,Am7 to all those young Dm7men
Am7And girl you Dm7had room, for Am7every one of theDm7m
Am7You're the only girl on bowerDm7y and third
Am7Sure as hell you're the one who cDm7ared
Chorus
Am7So put your hands together for SaD6lly
Am7She saved all those young meD6n
Am7Put your hands together for D6Sally
Am7She's the one who cared for thD6em
Am7She's doing our dirty workD6
Am7She's the only one who caD6res
Am7Doing our dirty woD6rk
ThF6irsty work one angryE7 day, in New YorkAm7
Verse 2
Take a look at Dave he was once 17, Zoot suit and shiney shoes.
He ran around town and through his methylated laughter
Most of his memories drowned.
But he remembers what his mommy used to shout
She used to shout, "One day surely son, the streets are gonna tire you out."
Chorus
So put your hands together for Sally, She's the one who cared for him.
Put your hands together for Sally, She was there when his luck was running thin
She's doing our dirty work, She's the only one who cares
Doing our dirty work, thirsty work, one angry day, in New York.
Verse 3
Tommy had a wife and family, but the needle came between the love and the hard times
Thank God for Sally, She was there through the misery
JustF6 a place to lay his E7head, just about better offAm7 than dead
Solo
Part Chorus
She's doing our dirty work
She's the only one who cares
Doing our dirty work
Thirsty world, one angry day
Verse 4
Vince came up from the country, couldn't even find himself a room.
Thinking about his babies, that's further away than the moon.
With no money but his pride in his pocket, there's really no way he can go home.
There's a picture of his woman in his locket, most of all he doesn't want to be alone.
Chorus
So put your hands together for Sally, She's the one who cared for him.
Put your hands together for Sally, She was there when his luck was running thin
She's doing our dirty work, She's the only one who cares
Doing our dirty work, thirsty work, one angry day, in New York.