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A NOTE ABOUT PUBLISHING:

All works by Woody Guthrie are held under U.S. Copyright Law. If you are interested in using a song for publication, recording, performance, or other, please contact the appropriate publisher listed at the bottom of each lyric.

If you have questions, please feel free to contact Anna Canoni at: acanoni(at)woodyguthrie.org


PUBLISHER'S CONTACTS:

TRO-Essex Music Group
Attn: Christina Sayles
266 West 37th Street, 17th Floor
New York, NY 10018-6609
T: 212-594-9795 x24
Website


Woody Guthrie Publications, Inc.
(Administered by BMG Chrysalis)
Attn: Gregg Barron
6100 Wilshire Boulevard, Suite #1600,
Los Angeles, CA 90048
T: (323) 969-0988
E: info.us@bmgchrysalis.com
Website


Sanga Music Group
(Administered by Bicycle Music)
449 South Beverly Drive, Suite 300
Beverly Hills, CA 90212 
T: 310-286-6600
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Michael Goldsen Music, Inc.
6124 Selma Avenue
Hollywood, CA 90068


MCA Music Publishing
c/o Universal Music, Inc
2440 Sepulveda Boulevard, #100
Los Angeles, CA 90064


 

 

Sally Goodin'
Words and Music by Woody Guthrie

Looked down the road, seen my Sally comin'
Thought to my soul I'd kill myself a runnin'.

Goin' down the road and the road's mighty muddy
I'm so drunk that I can't stand steady.

Watermelon, cantaloupe, peach tree puddin'
Ain't half as sweet as my little Sally Goodin.

Stove lid's on, flap jacks a cookin'
Stack 'em up high for my pretty Sally Goodin'.

Kiss you all day and hug you all night
Me and my Sally gonna make it all right.

Tell you stories and sing you songs
Marry me Sally and you can't go wrong.

Possum up a gum stump, dog on the ground,
Pull my trigger and a possum comes down.

Bring you sody and bring you candy
Oh, my little Sally, won't that be dandy?

As we was watchin' the winding key
Sally got stung by a goggle eyed bee.

It's every time you hold my hand
I walk over to the promised land.

Sally come a kissin' me on my cheek
I jumped over the Buckeye Creek.

What you gonna do when the wind starts a blowin'?
Run straight home with my petticoat a showin'.

What you gonna do when the snow starts a flying?
Run home to mama just a squawling and crying.

I'm not a lyin' an' I'm not a kiddin'
Crazy 'bout th' gal what you call Sally Goodin.

It's the truth, I'll tell you well,
If I can't have Sally, I'm bound for hell.

Sally Goodin, Sally Goodin. Sally Goodin. Sally Goodin.
Sally Goodin. Sally Goodin. Sally Goody, Goody, Goodin.

 


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