LOCATION: Rural Northwestern Louisiana
PERIOD: 1870s-1880s
DRAMATIS PERSONAE: Sally Ann Gray (1863-1954); Cristina “Cris” Fulco (1841-1922); Alfonso “Al” Graziano (Gray) (1832-1918); Samuel “Spooner” Magee (1826-1982).
You wouldn’t know it from her name, but Sally Ann Gray was full-bloodied Sicilian. Her father’s family had anglicized their Italian name of Graziano to Gray upon first emigrating to England in the 17th century, which was quite common. Her mother and father entered America at the port of New Orleans in 1859 shortly after they were married in Cefalu, a town on the northern coast of Sicily.
Sally inherited the immigrant dream of carving out a better life and dreamed of escaping the suffocating small town in northwestern Louisiana where the family ended up, and going west. A common ambition, but in her case, one supplied to her by an older friend of her father’s who filled her head with fancy images of San Francisco.
SALLY ANN
(F. D. Leone, Jr.)
Sally Ann had dreams she never talked about;
Dreams that would take her far away.
Livin’ in the shadow, of what she could only imagine.
She had grown accustomed to doing without;
Sleepwalkin’, in a kind of daze.
Still, she believed in magic that could suddenly happen.
It kept her yearnin’ heart strong;
It kept her just barely keepin’ on,
A tiny voice whispers, “believe, and it’s yours.”
Sally saw it in her mother’s immigrant eyes;
Who stood on a shore in Sicily,
Starin’ at th’ ocean thirstin’ for a second start.
Askin’ only for a chance at a better life;
Tradin’ all she knew for mystery;
Riskin’ all on somethin’ that seemed so far.
Goin’ where dreamers belong;
Hopin’ for a beckonin’ song;
A tiny voice whispers, “this can be yours.”
Sally Ann worked in a bar, th’ Faded Rose;
She would leap at th’ first chance to escape,
Th’ same old, same old, ev’ry night and mornin’.
One evenin’ as she was just about to close,
Spooner talked about his dream place;
That bar, that night, Sally saw California.
Where she was sure she could belong;
Where she’d hear a welcomin’ song,
A tiny voice whispers, “believe, and it’s yours.”
But Spoon was old and might not ever follow through,
Sally Ann would not be denied;
Some how, some way, she’d end up west.
Even if it all went bust, her heart had been tattoo’d;
Then Spooner said, “Sal, let’s go; let’s ride.”
Th’ best day of her life was th’ next day; they left.
Findin’ where she could belong;
It was there, drawin’ her on,
A tiny voice whispers, “this will be yours.”
A burstin’ heart beatin’ strong;
Finally to start, movin’ on.
Right then, right there, God’s green earth was hers.
Right then, right there, God’s green earth was hers.
David Leone: guitar, vocal
Tammy Rogers: fiddle
Related songs in chronological order:
“Ballad of Black Jack Kelley and Spooner Magee”
“Sally Ann”
“A Day in the Life of Spooner Magee”
“L’Maison d’Amour”
“Aftermath”
© 2023 Frank David Leone, Jr./Highway 80 Music (ASCAP). The songs and stories on the Highway 80 Stories website are works of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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