He's a black haired boy of some confusion

and he makes no excuse for the things that he's usin'

He's gentle and wild and a child of the mountain

his words are for singing and his days are for countin'



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And 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 a devil in the morning and a savior at night

tomorrow's a case of whatever's right

Lonesome and high are the things that he feels

and the cards that he plays are the ones that he deals



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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



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