Oh, Mother, Me Oh

By Tom Page

 

There is a girl lives in Cherry Alley,
Oh, Mother, Me Oh,
She is young and very pretty,
I met her in the city,
Took her home, sung her a ditty,
Oh, God, Mother, her name is Sally.

There is a girl lives in Cherry Alley,
Oh, Mother, Me Oh,
She draws a welfare check,
Her ol' man died in an auto wreck,
Didn't even leave her a pinochle deck,
Oh, God, Mother, why did I dally?

There is a girl lives in Cherry Alley,
Oh, Mother, Me Oh,
I know how you feel about the levy,
But I was out ridin' in my Chevy,
Feelin' low, my heart was heavy,
Oh, God, Mother, I needed to rally.

Therre is a girl lives in Cherry Alley,
Oh, Mother, Me Oh,
Because of the likes of her, we're taxed,
Y'know virtue ani't easy, morals get lax,
Vittles were scarce, she had on slacks,
Oh, God, Mother, why did I dally?

There is a girl lives in Cherry Alley,
Oh, Mother, Me Oh,
What are we conservative folks to do
With the likes of folks always in a stew?
But her hair was golden, of a wonderful hue,
Oh God, Mother, isn't my name O'Malley?

There is a girl lives in Cherry Alley,
Oh, Mother, Me Oh,She has a babe at her breast,
What I got to tell you ain't the best,
As you probably already guessed,
There is a girl lives in Cherry Alley,
Oh, God, Mother, her name is Sally.