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White Boy With A Feather

Oh yeah

See that hurt

He got a feather in his hair

Yo follow that kid, follow him



Got off the greyhound at the port in New York City

Looking for a break and some fame and fortune

La de da

My father said boy its dangerous out there

You better use a jimmy hat

And don't forget your combat boots, boy



Who's the white boy over there?

With the feather in his hair

I'm gonna beat him and rob him

I swear

He must be new cuz he ain't from here

Gonna bust him down

With a left to the ear



Got knocked on the floor

After they took my lucky jacket

But you can't have my guitar so

I swung my case and kicked 'em in the face

I had my lights knocked out in New York City

But when I came to I saw a beautiful woman starin' down at me

And so I just had to say



Oh, what a beautiful day.

He's a white boy with a feather

I really love this day

He's a white boy with a feather

I wouldn't rather be anywhere

Where I am, Oooo



Back in her crib, we played strip poker

I was losing big,

Down to nothing but my boots and

My feather in my hair when she

Took off her wig

And said you been had, I'm a man

This is my gun

Give me your money, and run



Ah, who's the white boy over there?

With the feather in his hair

And no under wear

He must be smokin' or jokin' I swear

Trippin on sometin'

Butt naked runnin' through Times Square



So I grab my guitar and I fly down 42nd street

And I stopped in Times Square

And played my song, here's a little ditty for NY City

No one seemed to notice

Only made a few pennies

Was about to move on

When I saw a couple of guys comin' for me

Saying something like 'white boy

White Boy With A Feather /

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