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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 a rodeo
Go from town to town
See most every kind o' gal
Every kind o' gown
But who made my heart sing
Yip-ee-aye, Yip-ee-oh
My little gal in calico

(You can have your gals dressed in silk and satin)
(Those who drape their shape in crepe de chine)
(Take your city girls who go around Manhattan)
(Thinking they look swell in velveteen)
(When they're at the table, we're not able)
(To imagine how they look)

I'm just a country boy
And any country boy
Knows a fancy cover
Doesn't make a fancy book
(Knows a fancy cover doesn't make a book)

Take my gal in calico (calico)
Down in Santa Fe (Santa Fe, Santa Fe)
Guess I'd better let her know (Yip-ee-dye-oh)
That I feel this way (Yip-ee-dye-aye)

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 (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
Buy a bolt o' calico (calico)
For a weddin' gown (Doo-doo)
Then will I fence her in
Yip-ee-aye, Yip-ee-oh
My little gal in calico
(Yip-ee-aye, Yip-ee-ooo)
(Little gal, calico)
Yip-ee-ti-oh
Ti-oh, ti-aye, ti-oh

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