Don't blame me if I talk about the weather
It's all that I can get my head around for now
It seems these days that nothing's getting better
I read it one last time, and I burned her final letter
It's raining now, I heard tomorrow will be wetter

There's a house on my street, I think it's been abandoned
And the grass grows tall and brown, ashamed it's standing
But I think it's great how it stands up straight
In defiance of unyielding fate
At some point things are going to get too heavy
The hurricane is going to break the levy

Through the crashing of the thunder
I can barely hear myself sing
But the white boy blues, they never meant a thing
And I’ll blame it on the lightning
For making me blind
To the positive people and positive things
That I fail to recognize

So file this under cliché
A boy and his guitar
I've taken extra special care
To ensure you enjoy this time of ours
It's filled to the brim with introspection
And a biting tone to match
All the metaphors and references
That no one but me will catch

There's snow on the ground
And it hasn't been this beautiful since March
Things were looking up then
I hope that maybe now they'll start
I've been working hard
To find that means to an end
Cause recently it's been too hard to pretend

So file this under cliché
A boy and his guitar
I've taken extra special care
To ensure you enjoy this time of ours
It's filled to the brim with introspection
And a biting tone to match
All the metaphors and references
That no one but me will catch


Lyrics submitted by SisterCity

White Boy Blues song meanings
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