White Man's Blues - Edgar Winter, Rick Derringer

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 the beach and get yourself a tan

Turn a golden 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