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.