Just Another White Boy
My whole world is dead and gone
And getting deader by the minute
From now on
Spent all my time chasing fun
Don't remember much of it
Now that it's done
Most of you may not know my name
To some I'm a bum
To others a king
Got the hell out of Kentucky
And took a chance
Doing pretty good under the circumstance
Too late now
Too late to change the way I'm living
Too late now
Why the hell would I even want to
Too late
I've gone and paid almost all
my dues
At a time when the world had more than it could use
I'm just another white boy
That thinks he can play the blues
Gonna finish this life going hard
and fast
Just a relic of rock's cooler past
If you wanna hear about me
Come to a show
But you can't hang around
Cause you move too slow
Writer/s: Ben Thomas, Benjamin Blaine Cartwright, Bonnie Buitrago, Daniel Rabinowitz, Ruyter Suys
