Hair Of Gold, Eyes Of Blue - Gordon MacRae

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