Black Haired Boy

He's a black-haired boy of some confusion

He makes no excuse for the things he's usin

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

His words are for singing, 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

He's a devil in the mornin', a savior at night

Tomorrow's a case of whatever's right

Lonesome and high are the things that he feels

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

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, I've seen him stand up to cry

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

Some lady beside him and he's drunk on white wine