Frank Sinatra

Hair Of Gold, Eyes Of Blue

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.