Story Behind The Song

Personal sacrifice in a marriage

Song Description

When the cowboy and the city girl meet, there's a problem. She loves Frisco, and Wyoming's the place where he intends to live and die. After years of running Frisco's only ranch, our cowboy looks back on his life, and knows that, if he had not gone back

Lyrics

I had never been to Frisco but I had to sell some steers,
so I went there to negotiate a deal.
'Cause Burger King was buyin' and they needed eighty head.
In the end they got themselves a real steal.

With money in my pockets, I went out to see the sights.
I saw Alcatraz, the trolley, and the bridge.
But amid the cod and salmon at the fish store on the wharf,
was my fav'rite sight--that darlin' gal named Midge. And I said...

Chorus:

Holy mackerel, you're my kind of gal.
Holy mackerel, you're my kind of gal.
Holy mackerel, you'd make such a pal,
if we could be together all the time.

Holy mackerel, you're my kind of gal.
Holy mackerel, you're my kind of gal.
Holy mackerel, it'd be so fine,
if we could be together all the time.

But she answered, "You're a cowboy
and I'm urban, through and through.
I don't think there's any way I could adjust
to the critters and the sagebrush and the lonely winter days,
to the coyote howls and drifting summer dust."

But I made a resolution, as I stood there in that store:
I'd anything it took to marry Midge,
and the wedding bells were chimin' on that balmy autumn day
as we took our vows beneath that golden bridge.

Chorus: And I said...

Holy mackerel, you're my kind of gal.
Holy mackerel, you're my kind of gal.
Holy mackerel, you'd make such a pal,
if we could be together all the time.

Holy mackerel, you're my kind of gal.
Holy mackerel, you're my kind of gal.
Holy mackerel, things'll be so fine,
now that we're together all the time.

Well the years have passed and I've done well on Frisco's only ranch.
Me 'n Midge got us a flat near Polk an' Powell.
With my darlin' here beside me, ol' Wyomin's lost my heart,,
and I seldom long to hear the coyote's howl.

Raisin' Angus steers and Herefords for them hungry city folk,
each September I'm a-shippin' them by BART.
And I look at Midge and thank the Lord I moved eight-hundred miles,
'cause, in Frisco, I'd have surely left my heart.

Chorus: And I say...

Holy mackerel, you're my kind of gal.
Holy mackerel, you're my kind of gal.
Holy mackerel, you've made such a pal,
since we've been together all the time.

Holy mackerel, you're my kind of gal.
Holy mackerel, you're my kind of gal.
Holy mackerel, things have been so fine,
since we've been together all the time.