Текст и слова песни Frank Sinatra – Hair Of Gold, Eyes Of Blue
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
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
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