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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.