White Man’s Blues

You might think bein' white would surely be the best
But it ain't always right when you're whiter than the rest
Well maybe there's a curse that yet I haven't guessed
Sometimes it's hard to tell if I've been cursed or I've been blessed
With the white man blues

Ah, did I win or did I lose
At least the black man has a brother
But for me there is no other
Than the white man's blues

Ah, you can go out to thе beach and get yourself a tan
Turn a goldеn brown like so many other can
You got a lot of nerve to call yourself white
You take one look at me, you say "They only come out at night"

I got the white man's blues
Ah, you should see the way I bruise
Now the sun don't make me redder
But I just can't do no better
Than the white man's blues. yeah

Well, I got an older brother who looks a bit like me
But he's covered with tattoos (not as touched as I can be)
Now they say we look like twins, on that I can agree
At least I know he understands how crazy it can be
To have the white man's blues
But I refuse to get tattoos

Just ask my Father and my Mother
How much I love my brother
With the white man's blues, yeah

Well, I'm not complainin', I'm really happy bein' me
I'm just explainin' so that maybe you can see
That if there's something about yourself that has you feelin' stuck
Like a friend of mine once told me "Hey Edgar, lighten up"

It's just the white man's blues, yeah
I wouldn't change if I could choose
I'm just another baby boomer
At least I've got a sense of humor
'Bout the white man's blues