Black Haired Boy

But he's a black haired boy of some confusion
 He makes no excuse for the things that he's usin'
 And he's gentle and wild, a child of the mountain
 His words are for singing and his days are for countin'
 He's looking for a home, he's scared to find
 Some lady beside him and he's drunk on white wine
 Some lady beside him and he's drunk on white wine
 
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 But he's a devil in the morning and a savior at night
 Tomorrow's a case of whatever is right
 Lonesome and high are the things that he feels
 And the cards that he plays are the ones that he deals
 He's looking for a home, he's scared to find
 Some lady beside him and he's drunk on white wine
 Some lady beside him and he's drunk on white wine
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 But he's one of the chances you're entitled to take
 He's one of the hearts that it's too late to break
 I've seen him be sad and never know why
 Seen him fall down to laugh, seen him stand up to cry
 He's looking for a home, he's scared to find
 Some lady beside him and he's drunk on white wine
 Some lady beside him and he's drunk on white wine
 He's looking for a home, he's scared to find
 Some lady beside him and he's drunk on white wine
 Some lady beside him and he's drunk on white wine