Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
I just got my army call
And I run down to the army hall
Sally come a-runnin' like a cannonball
And I told her not to grieve after me
It's-a when I'm gone, Sally, don't you grieve
It's-a when I'm gone, Sally, don't you grieve
It's-a when I'm gone, Sally, don't you grieve
And I told her not to grieve after me
I'm a-gonna cross that ocean wide
Army rifle by my side
When Hitler's beat you can be my bride
But I told her not to grieve after me
I'm a-gonna jump in a flyin' machine
A-loaded full of this-a TNT
Stop old Hitler what I mean
And I told her not to grieve after me
A souvenir I'll send to you
Send Hirohito and Hitler, too
That's about all one feller can do
But I told her not to grieve after me
Sally, get a job and save your pay
Work your best for the U.S.A
Write me a letter 'bout ever' day
And I told her not to grieve after me
If a blackout comes to the old home town
Sally, won't you pull your curtains down
If a shade goes up and a ship goes down
I told her not to grieve after me
Sally, Don’t You Grieve was written by Woody Guthrie.