Lyrics:

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
'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
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

'Cause 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
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, I got the blue blue ocean
In my blue eye

So tell me
Can this white man sing the blues