Introduction
You ever hear a song that just grabs you by the heart and says, “Yo, this is you”? That’s what I’m a White Boy is all about. It’s not just a tune—it’s a raw, unfiltered conversation with anyone who’s ever felt like they’re stuck in a box, trying to figure out who they are while the world slaps labels on them. I wrote this one imagining late-night drives, windows down, that moment when you’re alone with your thoughts and the music’s loud enough to drown out the noise in your head.
This song’s got a bit of grit, a bit of humor, and a whole lotta soul. It’s about owning who you are—flaws, quirks, and all—without apology. Picture a kid growing up in a small town, maybe feeling like he doesn’t quite fit the mold of what everyone expects. Maybe he’s got dreams bigger than the streetlights, but he’s still figuring out how to chase ‘em. That’s the heartbeat of I’m a White Boy. It’s not about race or division—it’s about identity, the universal kind, where we’re all wrestling to be seen for who we really are.
The melody? Think a mix of dusty acoustic strums and a driving beat that makes you tap your foot, like Springsteen jamming with a modern edge. The chorus hits like a fist pump to the sky—defiant, proud, but with a wink, like, “Yeah, I know I’m a mess, but I’m my mess.” It’s the kind of song you’d scream along to with your buddies or hum quietly when you’re feeling lost. I poured my heart into this one, and I hope it feels like a friend to anyone who hears it.
So, what’s I’m a White Boy to you? Maybe it’s a reminder to stand tall in your own skin or just a banger to crank up when life’s too heavy. Either way, it’s here to meet you where you’re at
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Lyrics
Some folks call me a ramblin’ man
I do a lotta thumbin’ and a kickin’ cans
And it wouldn’t do an ounce of good to call my name
Cause daddy’s name wadn’t Willy Woodrow
And I wadn’t born and raised in no ghetto
Just a white boy lookin’ for a place to do my thing
Well I’m out to find me a wealthy woman
And a line of work that don’t take no diploma
I ain’t got much to lose but a lot to gain
Well some might call me a goodtime fella
I ain’t black and I ain’t yella
Just a white boy lookin’ for a place to do my thing
Yeah I don’t want no handout livin’
Don’t want any part of anything they’re givin’
I’m proud and white and I’ve got a song to sing
Well I’ve said a few things and I’ll admit it
If you wanna get ahead you gotta hump and get it
I’m a white boy lookin’ for a place to do my thing
Hump and git it now
Yeah I’m a small town boy been around a little
I like guitars and I like a fiddle
And that’s the kinda soul it takes to fan my flame
Well I’m a blue eyed Billy kinda frail and ruddy
So I’ll have to work to be somebody
I’m a white boy lookin’ for a place to do my thing
I don’t want no handout livin’
And don’t want any part of anything they’re givin’
I’m proud and white and I’ve got a song to sing
Well I’ve said a few things and I’ll admit it
If you wanna get ahead you gotta hump and get it
I’m a white boy lookin’ for a place to do my thing
I’m a white boy lookin’ for a place to do my thing