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 graeter expectations      No rings on her fingers no bells on het 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   Playing 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