In The Sky Lyrics

Bob Carlisle

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 wineShe'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.