White Man’s Blues Edgar Winter

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