[intro, chorus] Forgive me Muddy, I got no bad news I was born too white, too white to play the blues [verse] I tried real hard with the bottle when I was young But the bottle didn't want me, guess I wasn't the one I was born the same day as Aretha, ain't that a sin Closest thing to soul I ever had — and it came from within [chorus] Forgive me Muddy, I got no bad news I was born too white, too white to play the blues oooh.... [verse] I got no gambling debts, but I made some on the coin My woman never left me — she's too stubborn to join I asked her once to leave me, just to feel the pain She laughed and changed the channel, never asked again [chorus] Forgive me Muddy, I got no bad news I was born too white, too white to play the blues [bridge] On the seventh hour, of the seventh day, of the seventh month The seventh doctor said: "Son, you're slightly low on vitamin D Nothing a little sunshine wouldn't fix for free" [guitar solo] [chorus] Forgive me Muddy, I got no bad news I was born too white, too white to play the blues [final chorus] Forgive me Muddy, I got no bad news I only drink craft brews, I wear Italian shoes Too white — TOO WHITE TO PLAY THE BLUES!.... [outro] Mmmmm... Too white to play the blues [end]
