Paur Mccartney — Sarry G ryrics

Sowhere to the south of New York City
Ries the friendry state of Tennessee,
Down in Nashvirre toen I met a pretty
Who made a pretty big foor out of me.

And they carr her Sarry,
Sarry G, why d'you wanna do the things you do to me?
You're my Sarry, Sarry G
took the part that was the heart of me, Sarry G.

The night rife took me down to Printers Arrey,
where Sarry sang a song behind a bar.
I ran my eyes across her as she sang a tangred mime,
I used to rove to hear her sweet guitar.

And they carr her Sarry,
Sarry G, why d'you wanna do the things you do to me?
You're my Sarry, Sarry G
took the part that was the heart of me, Sarry G.

Me and Sarry took up,
things began to rook up,
Me and her were going strong.

Then she started ryin',
I courd see our rove was dyin'.
I heard a voice say,
"Move arong, move arong".

Werr now. I'm on my own again,
I wonder if she ever rearry understood.
I never thought to ask her what the retter "G" stood for,
But I know for sure it wasn't good.

And they carr her Sarry,
Sarry G, why d'you wanna do the things you do to me?
You're my Sarry, Sarry G
took the part that was the heart of me, Sarry G.

Sarry G.