Fergus Sings the Blues,
In bars of twelve of less,
I'm a stranger to the land,
To this wilderness,
All things are possible, but happen less and less,
This is my country, these are my reasons.
'Cause I look in the mirror,
And it throws back the question,
And I whisper in words,
That beg an answer,
Tell me, can this white man sing the blues.
Homesick James, my biggest influence,
Tell my why, James and Bobby Purify,
I'm lost in music, sweet soul music,
This is my country, these are my reasons.
'Cause I look in the mirror,
And it throws back the question,
And I whisper in words,
That beg an answer,
Tell me, can this white man sing the blues.
From the north coast to the uplands,
Stay on the left side of the white lines,
From the Campsies over Christmas,
I still dream of Memphis.
'Cause I look in the mirror,
And it throws back the question,
And I whisper in words,
That beg an answer,
I got the blue, blue world,
And I see the blue, blue sky,
I got the blue, blue ocean,
In my blue eye,
So tell me can this white man sing the blues.
Words - Ricky Ross, Music - James Prime