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