You Never Met A White Boy Quite Like Me
Yep
I've been on the cover of the Rolling Stone
I met the president when I was half stoned
I been so high I've gotten confused
I been beat down, broke and used
I drank with hank, talked blues with Billy
Rocked with Run sang with shotgun Willy
Went from small time philly to big time Bobby
From 3 day old chili to saki with wosabi
I'm home hey I'm home
You never met a white boy quite like me
Not like me, dida dada like me, hey like me
No more bein' poured drink specials at dinners
Or being ignored by the think straight sinners
I used to smoke pinners while my moms made dinner
Now I smoke bombs and rock with Lynyrd skynyrd
No beginners here I'm a seasoned vet
Educated on jazz by my man Ahmet Ertegun, my friend
I been the world n back
But I'm Michigan boy can you feel that
And I'm home
You never met a white boy quite like me
Not like me, God damn like me, hey hey like me
Never thought I'd go as far in life as this
Never made par and I could give 2 shits
Never wanted sell cars cause my dad was a dick
Never wanted a guitar 'till I heard a lick like this
And from the depths of dixie to my northern spots
You know its time to rock when ole glory drops
I pimp through town with the top laid back
Black hat, fine blonde, cold pabst in my lap
I'll adapt
To any and all situations
Thats why the call me the pimp of the nation
Hey bitch you best believe I live in the woods not your world of greed
Might, a little weed might a little yeah
I'm so proud to be living in the USA
You've never met a white boy quite like me
Hey hey like me, da di da da stay like me, hey hey hey like me
You aint ever met and you aint never going meet
You never met a, never met a, never never never never met a
White boy quite like me
You aint never met a mother like me
Hey you aint never never never never never met someone like me
(Hey hey)
Never met like me,
(Hey hey)
(Hey dude hey)
Never met a mother like me
(Come on, hey)
And you never, and never gonna never gonna meet (Hey come on already)
You never meet
(stop)
What?
(Dude, theres more to life that just you)
ha ha
I've been on the cover of the Rolling Stone
I met the president when I was half stoned
I been so high I've gotten confused
I been beat down, broke and used
I drank with hank, talked blues with Billy
Rocked with Run sang with shotgun Willy
Went from small time philly to big time Bobby
From 3 day old chili to saki with wosabi
I'm home hey I'm home
You never met a white boy quite like me
Not like me, dida dada like me, hey like me
No more bein' poured drink specials at dinners
Or being ignored by the think straight sinners
I used to smoke pinners while my moms made dinner
Now I smoke bombs and rock with Lynyrd skynyrd
No beginners here I'm a seasoned vet
Educated on jazz by my man Ahmet Ertegun, my friend
I been the world n back
But I'm Michigan boy can you feel that
And I'm home
You never met a white boy quite like me
Not like me, God damn like me, hey hey like me
Never thought I'd go as far in life as this
Never made par and I could give 2 shits
Never wanted sell cars cause my dad was a dick
Never wanted a guitar 'till I heard a lick like this
And from the depths of dixie to my northern spots
You know its time to rock when ole glory drops
I pimp through town with the top laid back
Black hat, fine blonde, cold pabst in my lap
I'll adapt
To any and all situations
Thats why the call me the pimp of the nation
Hey bitch you best believe I live in the woods not your world of greed
Might, a little weed might a little yeah
I'm so proud to be living in the USA
You've never met a white boy quite like me
Hey hey like me, da di da da stay like me, hey hey hey like me
You aint ever met and you aint never going meet
You never met a, never met a, never never never never met a
White boy quite like me
You aint never met a mother like me
Hey you aint never never never never never met someone like me
(Hey hey)
Never met like me,
(Hey hey)
(Hey dude hey)
Never met a mother like me
(Come on, hey)
And you never, and never gonna never gonna meet (Hey come on already)
You never meet
(stop)
What?
(Dude, theres more to life that just you)
ha ha
Credits
Writer(s): Allen Collins, Ronnie Van Zant, Robert J. Ritchie
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