Some folks call me a ramblin? man
I do a lot of thumbin? and kickin? cans
And it wouldn?t do an ounce of good to call me names
Cause daddy?s name wasn?t Wille Woodrow
And I wasn?t born and raised in no ghetto
Just a white boy lookin? for a place to do my thang.
Well I?m out to find me a wealth woman
And a line of work that don?t take no diploma
I ain?t got much to lose but a lot to gain
Yeah some might call me a good time fella
I ain?t black and, I ain?t yella
Just a white boy lookin? for a place to do my thang.
Yeah I don?t want no handout livin?
And don?t want a part of anything they?re givin?
I?m proud and white and I got a song to sing
Well I?ve said a few things and I?ll admit it
If you want to get ahead you got to hump and get it
I'm A White Boy lookin? for a place to do my thang.
Yeah I?m a small town boy been around a little
I like guitars and I like a fiddle
And that?s the kind of soul it take to fan my flame
Well I?m a blue eyed Billy kind of feared and ready
So I?ll have to work to be somebody
I'm A White Boy lookin? for a place to do my thang.
I'm A White Boy lookin? for a place to do my thang.