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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.