Paroles de The brown skin gal in the calico gown

She's a camptown tune at a barbecue,
An old fashioned curt'sy
And a how dee ya' do,
A tintype from somebody's locket
The wind and the stars and the earth
But in practical terms of the pocket,
Here's how i measure her worth
A penny for the moon, a nickel for a dream,
A quarter for a tune like the "old mill stream"
But i'd give a dollar and my heart to foller to
The brown-skin gal in the calico gown.
A puzzler for a pal
A jack-knife for a song, a garter for a gal
In a blue sarong:
But i'd give a necklace because i'm reckless
For a kiss from the miss in the calico gown.
Havent much use for worldly goods
Robin hood's for me; if my love's worth a nickel,
It's worth a peso mine for the giving;
Hers for the "say so"
A penny for a cart to take her out to dine;
A scissor cuts a heart on a valentine;
Then a sky-blue bonnet with pink ribbons on it
For the brown-skin gal in the calico gown.
A penny for the moon, a nickel for a dream,
A quarter for a tune like the "old mill stream"
But i'd give a dollar and my heart to foller to
The brown-skin gal in the calico gown.
A puzzler for a pal
A jack-knife for a song, a garter for a gal
In a blue sarong:
But i'd give a necklace because i'm reckless
For a kiss from the miss in the calico gown.
Havent much use for worldly goods
Robin hood's for me; if my love's worth a nickel,
It's worth a peso mine for the giving;
Hers for the "say so"
A penny for a cart to take her out to dine;
A scissor cuts a heart on a valentine;
Then a sky-blue bonnet with pink ribbons on it
For the brown-skin gal in the calico gown.