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I met a gal in Calico down in Santa FeUsed to be her Sunday beau'Til I rode awayDo I want herDo I want her loveYes-sir-reeWill I win herWill I win her loveWait and seeWorkin' with the rodeoGo from town to townSee most every kind of galEvery kind they gotBut who makes my heart singYip-ee-aye, Yip-ee-oMy little gal in Calico(You can have your gal Dressed in silk and satinTose who dress to shapeAnd crepe to shiekTake your pretty galTo go around ManhattanThinking they look well in velveteenWhen they're at the tableSongtexteWe're not ableTo imagine how they look)I'm just a country boyAnd my country boyKnows a fancy coverDoesn't make a fancy book(No, the fancy coverDoesn'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 knowThat I feel this wayIs she waitin'Is she waitin'She better beAm I hopin'To be ropin' herYes-sir-reeGonna quit the rodeo(Rodeo)Gonna settle downBuy a bow in CalicoFor a wedding gownThen will I fetch her inYip-ee-aye,Yip-ee-oMy little gal in Calico(Yip-ee-aye, Yip-ee-o)(Little gal, Calico)Yip-ee-ti-aTi-o, ti-aTi-o Aus Songtexte Mania