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