Frank Sinatra — Hair Of Gold Eyes Of Blue

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