White Boy With A Feather — текст песни (Jason Downs)

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
My 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
Only made a few pennies
Was about to move on
When I saw a couple of guys comin` for me
Saying something like `white boy`