Somewhere to the south of New York City
Lies the friendly state of Tennessee
Down in Nashville I met a pretty
Who made a pretty big fool out of me
Why d'you wanna do the things you do to me
Took the part that was the heart of me
The night life took me down to Printers Alley
Where Sally sang a song behind the bar
Why d'you wanna do the things you do to me
Me and Sally took up
Things began to look up
Me and her were going strong
Then she started lying
I could see our love was dying
I heard a voice say, Move along
Move along
Well, now I'm on my own again, I wonder
Why d'you wanna do the things you do to me