Down the Sally Mill Road
By John Hickman
Left my home in the spring of “42
Wanted to see the whole world through.
Barely fifteen and on my own
Just a high-steppin’ down the Sally Mill Road.
First town I come to I got a job;
Second pay day I got drunk and robbed.
They took my money and they left me there
Layin’ face down in the public square.
The Sally Mill Road runs through my mind
With trees down the middle and along the side.
I’d give all I own just to walk on home
Lord, take me back down the Sally Mill Road.
I moved along from town to town
Drinkin’ and a gamblin’ all around.
My luck ran out so I begged this man
But he beat me down and I shot him dead.
Now here I sit in this Kentucky jail
No way out ‘cause I got no bail.
Tuesday noon they’re gonna hang me high
All for the price of a bottle of Rye.
The Sally Mill Road runs through my mind
With trees down the middle and along the side.
I’d give all I own just to walk on home
Lord, take me back down the Sally Mill Road

I’d give all I own just to walk on home
Lord, won’t you take me down the Sally Mill Road.