Lyrics A Gal in Calico - Vic Damone

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