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He's a black haired boy of some confusion and he makes no excuse for the things that he's usin' |
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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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Chorus 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 |
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He's a devil in the morning and a savior at night tomorrow's a case of whatever's right |
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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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Chorus He's one of the chances you're entitled to take |
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He's one of the hearts that it's too late to break |
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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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