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'
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 saviour 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
He's looking for a home...
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 looking for a home...
Chico de Cabello Negro
Es un chico de cabello negro con algo de confusión
Y no se disculpa por las cosas que está usando
Es gentil y salvaje, un niño de la montaña
Sus palabras son para cantar y sus días son para contar
Está buscando un hogar que le da miedo encontrar
Alguna dama a su lado y está ebrio de vino blanco
Alguna dama a su lado y está ebrio de vino blanco
Es un diablo por la mañana y un salvador por la noche
Mañana es cuestión de lo que sea correcto
Solitario y elevado son las cosas que siente
Y las cartas que juega son las que reparte
Está buscando un hogar...
Es una de las oportunidades que tienes derecho a tomar
Es uno de los corazones que es demasiado tarde para romper
Lo he visto estar triste y nunca saber por qué
Lo he visto caer para reír, lo he visto levantarse para llorar
Está buscando un hogar...
Está buscando un hogar...
Escrita por: Guy Clark / Susanna Clark