Kingsport Town (Freewheelin' Outtake, Nyc, 1962)

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 Memphis 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