A gal in Calico

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