Don't you remember me babe
I remembre you quite well
You caused me to leave old
Kingsport Town
With a high sheriff on my
trail
High sheriff on my trail, boys
High sheriff on my trail
All because I'm falling for
A curly-headed dark-eyed girl
Who's a-gonna stroke your cold
black hair
And sandy colored skin
Who's a-gonna kiss your Menphis
lips
When I'm out in the wind
When I'm out in the wind,
babe
When I'm out in the wind
Who's a-gonna kiss your Memphis
mouth
When I'm out in the wind
Who's a-gonna walk you side
by side
And tell you everything's
alright
Who's a-gonna sing to you
all day long
And not just in the night
Who's a-gonna walk you side
by side
Who's a-gonna be your man
Who's a-gonna look you straight
in the eye
And hold your bad luck hand
Hold your bad luck hand, babe
Hold your bad luck hand
Who's a-gonna hold your hard
luck hand
And who's a-gonna be your
man
The wind the wind is blowing
strong
My hands they got no gloves
I wish to my song I could
see
The girl I'm a-thinking of
Marco Giunco |
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