She was born in an old Monason alley
Her ma and her pa they called her Sal
She grew up to be the pride of the valley
A typical Monongahela gal
She wandered one day by the river,
and she watched the Jason steaming by.
Her heart gave a leap and a quiver,
as she caught the handsome
Now his name, you must know,
And he wore a fancy sporting coat.
The slickest pilot ever steered a boat.
Roll on, roll on Monongahela,
roll on past Tallahassee,
And the Jason churned the
And Sal, stepping light as a thistle,
It was love, careless love, by the river
It was love, careless love, by the shore
And I'm sure the good Lord
what love was like before
As they locked through the
But that night overboard he did shove her,
Well, no one could say Sal was sickly
She didn't even take time out to bawl
But she high -tailed it right down for civically
She hopped a fast freight for Rochester
From a yard bull who tried to molest her
She raised up that big shooting iron,
and she fired six shots into moat.
And when she laid out that revolver,
Roll on, roll among the gila
where the catfish and the carp left
long ago you used to be so pure
but now you're just a sewer
messing up the Gulf of Mexico