Black Haired Boy (Clark Guy)

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 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 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