| You might think bein' white would surely be the best
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| But it ain’t always right when you’re whiter than the rest
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| Well maybe there’s a curse that yet I haven’t guessed
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| Sometimes it’s hard to tell if I’ve been cursed or I’ve been blessed
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| With the white man blues
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| Ah, did I win or did I lose
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| At least the black man has a brother
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| But for me there is no other
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| Than the white man’s blues
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| Ah, you can go out to the beach and get yourself a tan
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| Turn a golden brown like so many other can
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| You got a lot of nerve to call yourself white
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| You take one look at me, you say «They only come out at night»
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| I got the white man’s blues
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| Ah, you should see the way I bruise
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| Now the sun don’t make me redder
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| But I just can’t do no better
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| Than the white man’s blues. |
| yeah
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| Well, I got an older brother who looks a bit like me
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| But he’s covered with tattoos (not as touched as I can be)
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| Now they say we look like twins, on that I can agree
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| At least I know he understands how crazy it can be
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| To have the white man’s blues
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| But I refuse to get tattoos
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| Just ask my Father and my Mother
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| How much I love my brother
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| With the white man’s blues, yeah
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| Well, I’m not complainin', I’m really happy bein' me
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| I’m just explainin' so that maybe you can see
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| That if there’s something about yourself that has you feelin' stuck
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| Like a friend of mine once told me «Hey Edgar, lighten up»
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| It’s just the white man’s blues, yeah
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| I wouldn’t change if I could choose
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| I’m just another baby boomer
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| At least I’ve got a sense of humor
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| 'Bout the white man’s blues |