Lyrics - Hair of Gold, Eyes of Blue by Frank Sinatra

I came down from butte, 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.

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