Lyrics He's Last Word - Josephine Baker

He's Last Word

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