A Gal in Calico - Vic Damone

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