SISTER GOLDEN HAIR 
(Gerry Beckley)
America


Well I tried to make it Sunday
But I got so damned depressed
That I set my sights on Monday
And I got myself undressed
Uh I ain't ready for the altar
But I do agree there's times
When a woman sure can be a friend of mine.

Well I keep on thinkin' 'bout you
Sister golden, hair's a prize
And I just can't live without you
Can't you see it in my eyes
Uh I been one poor correspondent
And I been too, too hard to find
But it doesn't mean you ain't been on my mind.

Will you meet me in the middle
Will you meet me in the air
Will you love me just a little
Just enough to show you care
Well I tried to fake it, I don't mind sayin'
I just can't make it.

Well I keep on thinkin' 'bout you
Sister Golden-haired surprise
And I just can't live without you
Can't you see it in my eyes
Now I been one poor correspondent
And I been too, too hard to find
But it doesn't mean you ain't been on my mind.

Will you meet me in the middle
Will you meet me in the air
Will you love me just a little
Just enough to show you care
Well I tried to fake it, I don't mind sayin'
I just can't make it. 



(Contributed by Doug Ready)