Frank Sinatra - Hair Of Gold, Eyes Of Blue lyrics

I came down from bu*te, montana, For a little change of scene, And i stopped to stay in santa fe, Where i met a pretty queen. Hair of gold, eyes of blue, Lips like cherry wine She's the prettiest gal i ever know and i'm gonna make her mine. Now i planned to leave on monday, But she held me kinda tight, So i stood my ground and hung around, And then i left on friday night. Oh, hair of gold, eyes of blue, Lips like cherry wine, The prettiest gal i ever knew and i'm gonna make her mine.