| Some folks call me a ramblin' man
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| I do a lotta thumbin' and a kickin' cans
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| And it wouldn’t do an ounce of good to call my name
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| Cause daddy’s name wadn’t Willy Woodrow
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| And I wadn’t born and raised in no ghetto
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| Just a white boy lookin' for a place to do my thing
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| Well I’m out to find me a wealthy woman
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| And a line of work that don’t take no diploma
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| I ain’t got much to lose but a lot to gain
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| Well some might call me a goodtime fella
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| I ain’t black and I ain’t yella
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| Just a white boy lookin' for a place to do my thing
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| Yeah I don’t want no handout livin'
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| Don’t want any part of anything they’re givin'
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| I’m proud and white and I’ve got a song to sing
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| Well I’ve said a few things and I’ll admit it
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| If you wanna get ahead you gotta hump and get it
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| I’m a white boy lookin' for a place to do my thing
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| Hump and git it now
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| Yeah I’m a small town boy been around a little
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| I like guitars and I like a fiddle
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| And that’s the kinda soul it takes to fan my flame
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| Well I’m a blue eyed Billy kinda frail and ruddy
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| So I’ll have to work to be somebody
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| I’m a white boy lookin' for a place to do my thing
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| I don’t want no handout livin'
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| And don’t want any part of anything they’re givin'
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| I’m proud and white and I’ve got a song to sing
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| Well I’ve said a few things and I’ll admit it
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| If you wanna get ahead you gotta hump and get it
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| I’m a white boy lookin' for a place to do my thing
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| I’m a white boy lookin' for a place to do my thing |