Too White To Sing The Blues

The day i hit this music town looking for a deal.
I was green as government ink on a twenty dollar bill.
I signed a lot of papers. Didn't know what I had to lose.
Make no mistake about it, now,
You can't be too white to sing the blues.

Some folks make it fast down here. Some folks make it slow.
Learning how the hard way taught me everything I know.
When that old highway is your teacher,
A country boy can get confused.
But one thing I know for certain,
You can't be too white to sing the blues.

I've learned how to whistle. I've learned how to lose.
I've walked a mile in everybody's shoes.
Well, you can laugh out loud if you want to.
But you can't be too white to sing the blues.

Someday when I'm old and rich and I don't work no more.
I'm gonna find myself a rockin' chair,
And I'm gonna sit on my front porch.
And as that old sun is settin' a I'm gonna howl at the rising moon.
Well, you can go out rockin' now,
But you can't be too white to sing the blues.

I've learned how to whistle. I've learned how to lose.
I've walked a mile in everybody's shoes.
Well you can laugh out loud if you want to.
But you can't be too white to sing yhe blues.

You can't be too white to sing the blues...