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