Sally

D snared about her winsome glance A D and mad about the town D Bm A kicking heels has lost its charm and every boy’s a clown G Bm A leave a trail of dusted boots and choose a toe cap then D or kiss me here or kick me there A D lovers wont be friends Bm i’m a plough and you’re a furrow A i’m a fox and you’re a burrow D i’m a weed and you are the road A you were a man ( you were a man ) D and i’m alone sally was a daisy chain and sally was a rock sally let her hair hang low and sally wore a frock someone saw a local boy crawl along the shore well , must be someone’s son they thought and should’ve thought some more i’m a plough and you’re a furrow i’m a fox and you’re a burrow i’m a weed and you are the road you’re a man ( you were a man ) i’m alone sally saw the boy come near right beneath the sun breathing hard and cockle proud and sally’s heart was won not a boy she knew at first , not a face she’d seen or whispered through her ready lips "i’ll be the best i’ve been" i’m a plough and you’re a furrow i’m a fox and you’re a burrow i’m a weed and you are the road you’re a man ( you were a man ) i’m alone D G and i scorched his fingers in her face D G scrubby mitts , saving grace D coughed a liver G winked to die Bm A why don’t you lie? several gloves and half - cocked eyes bring nature to their deviled lives win some misses wanting lads aging in their passing fads leave a trail of dusted boots and choose a toe cap then kiss me here or kick me there and lovers might be friends i’m a plough and you’re a furrow i’m a fox and you’re a burrow i’m a weed , you are the road you’re a man ( you were a man ) alone