The winter wind is a blowing strong
My hands have got no gloves
I wish to my soul that I could see
The girl I´m a-thinking of

Don´t you remember me babe
I remember 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 winter wind is a blowing strong
My hands have got no gloves
I wish to my soul I could see

The girl I´m a-thinking of.