Jason Downs - White Boy With A Feather
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| Band name | Jason Downs |
| Song name | White Boy With A Feather |
| Tab type | Lyrics |
| Added | 10/24/2009 |
| Size | 2.4 kb |
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Wrong code.
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
The 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
I only made a few pennies
Was about to move on
When I saw a couple of guys comin' torward me
Saying something like 'white boy'
Whos the white boy over there?
With a feather in his hair
We could make a mill if we sign him I swear
Nobody else would never ever dare
Heres the dotted line kid, sign right here
What more can I say, hey, what more can I say?
(Underneath & fade out)
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