The Brown-Skin Gal (In The Calico Gown) Lyrics

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

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