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.
From the 1940's I believe. Frank could sing about anything and people would listen:) He was the king of the romantic era in music. The rat pack crooners knew how to woo women:)
Hair Of Gold Eyes Of Blue Lyrics
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.
From the 1940's I believe. Frank could sing about anything and people would listen:) He was the king of the romantic era in music. The rat pack crooners knew how to woo women:)