Fergus sings
the blues
In bars of twelve
or 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
'Cos 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?
Home sick James
My biggest influence
Tell me why
James and
Bobby Purify
I'm lost in music
Sweet soul music
This is my country
These are
my reasons
'Cos I look
in the mirror
and it throws
back the question
And I whisper
in words
that beg
an answer
Yes 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?
Oh yeah
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
'Cos 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
I got the blue
blue ocean
In my blue eye
so tell me
can this white man
sing the blues?