Guy Clark - Black Haired Boy

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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