{"type":"video","version":"1.0","provider_name":"Network.hu","provider_url":"http:\/\/network.hu\/","title":"Emmylou Harris - Ballad Of Sally Rose","author_name":"apucsoka","author_url":"http:\/\/network.hu\/apucsoka","html":"<object width="424" height="345"><param name="movie" value="http:\/\/country.network.hu\/flash\/videoplayer\/video.swf?videoid=632446&pvol=40&plang=hu&host=http:\/\/country.network.hu" \/><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" \/><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" \/><embed src="http:\/\/country.network.hu\/flash\/videoplayer\/video.swf?videoid=632446&pvol=40&plang=hu&host=http:\/\/country.network.hu" width="424" height="345" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" \/><\/object>","width":424,"height":345,"description":"Her mama picked him up in south Minnesota\nHe promised her the world but they never got that far\nFor he was last seen in that '59 DeSota\nWhen Sally was born in the black hills of Dakota\nShe was washed in the blood of the dying Sioux nation\nRaised with a proud but a wandering heart\nAnd she knew that her roots were in the old reservation\nBut she had stars in her eyes and graeter expectations\nNo rings on her fingers no bells on het toes\nWith bugs on her headlights and runs in her hose\nThrough the valley of the shadow of Roosevelt's nose\nAdios South Dakota adios Sally Rose\n[ fiddle ]\nThey've got a national monument carved out of stone\nOn the side of a mountain where her forefathers roamed\nPlayin' cowboys and Indians right under the nose\nOf Theodore Roosevelt and the sweet Sally Rose\nSo she left Rapid City in the blue moonlight hour\nWith her eye on the highway and her foot on the floor\nAnd turnin' the dial she was pulled by the power\nOf the word coming out of that broadcasting tower\nNo rings on her fingers...","thumbnail_url":"http:\/\/vds.network.hu\/clubvideo\/6\/3\/2\/_\/632446_87015_2.jpg","thumbnail_width":80,"thumbnail_height":60,"video_id":"632446"}