1 lyrics for "For her poor old hennaed curls" And Her Tears Flowed Like WineElla FitzgeraldHe would spend it on the ponies He would spend it on the girls Buy his mother gin and roses For her poor old hennaed curls And when his wife said, "Hey now What did you get for me?" He socked her in the chopper Such a sweet, sweet guy was hePlayRelated Songs 826K April In ParisElla Fitzgerald 922K Stars Fell On AlabamaElla Fitzgerald 455.2K Sugarfoot RagElla Fitzgerald 209.2K Blue MoonElla Fitzgerald 486.3K In The Still Of The NightElla Fitzgerald 657.1K The Nearness of YouElla Fitzgerald 613.3K Jazz SambaElla Fitzgerald 595.3K Do I Love You?Ella Fitzgerald 938.1K Big Boy BlueElla Fitzgerald 331.9K Bewitched, Bothered and BewilderedElla Fitzgerald 559.2K Always True To You In My FashionElla Fitzgerald 970.1K Cheek To CheekElla FitzgeraldSuggestions SongGreen River (Album Version)Creedence Clearwater RevivalThe Good LifeCount BasieGhetto Walkin'Miles DavisYou Don't Love MeCaro Emerald