White Boy With a Feather (in His Hair) - текст песни
White Boy With a Feather (in His Hair)
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
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