I heard a young man say to a maiden fair one day,
Say gal where do you come from,
Is it from our Eastern land with its cities great and grand,
Tell me where is your home;
“It makes no diff’rence where you’re from as long as you are right,”
Said the girl in voice so sweet and low:
I belong to Uncle Sam she said in accents bright,
The stars and stripes for me where ‘ere I go,
I’ll tell you what I’ll do,
I’ll tell the truth to you.
I’m not the girl that comes from Cheyenne,
I’m not the girl from San-Antone,
I’m not the girl that comes from Broadway,
For that is miles and miles from home;
I’m not the sweetest girl in Dixie,
You can tell that by my dress,
If you really want to know me,
I’m the girl from the golden west.
If you were ever there and breathe that good old air,
Say man you can bet its grand,
Where they never jolly you and ev’ry one is true,
Their hearts go with their hands;
I know you’ll think me silly say the girl now don’t you mind,
When you hear me raving ‘bout my state,
No not in the least, he said in fact I like your kind,
The golden west to me she said is great,
So do come out our way,
And see just why I say.
Adams, Bob, "Girl from the Golden West" (1908). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 1371.
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