A curly headed dark eyed boy
My hands have got no gloves
All because I've fallen for
Don't you remember me, babe
Who's gonna walk you side by side
High sheriff on my trail
The winter wind is blowing so strong
Don't you remember me, babe
Caused me to leave all of New York town
Who's gonna look you straight in the eye
Who's gonna walk you? Who's gonna talk to you?
The boy I'm dreaming of
Who's gonna stroke your coal black hair
I remember you quite well
A high sheriff on my tail, boys
And hold your bad luck hand?
And tell you everything is alright?
And who's gonna be your woman?
And your sandy colored skin?
With a high sheriff on my tail
Wish to my sole that I could have