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