I met a gal in Calico down in Santa Fe Used to be her Sunday beau 'Til I rode away Do I want her Do I want her love Yes-sir-ree Will I win her Will I win her love Wait and see Workin' with the rodeo Go from town to town See most every kind of gal Every kind they got But who makes my heart sing Yip-ee-aye, Yip-ee-o My little gal in Calico (You can have your gal Dressed in silk and satin Tose who dress to shape And crepe to shiek Take your pretty gal To go around Manhattan Thinking they look well in velveteen When they're at the table We're not able To imagine how they look) I'm just a country boy And my country boy Knows a fancy cover Doesn't make a fancy book (No, the fancy cover Doesn't make the book) I'll take my gal in Calico (Calico) Down in Santa Fe (Santa Fe, Santa Fe) I guess I better let her know That I feel this way Is she waitin' Is she waitin' She better be Am I hopin' To be ropin' her Yes-sir-ree Gonna quit the rodeo (Rodeo) Gonna settle down Buy a bow in Calico For a wedding gown Then will I fetch her in Yip-ee-aye, Yip-ee-o My little gal in Calico (Yip-ee-aye, Yip-ee-o) (Little gal, Calico) Yip-ee-ti-a Ti-o, ti-a Ti-o

Writer : SCHWARTZ, ARTHUR / ROBIN, LEO
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.