The Ballad of Sally Rose

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...