White Boy Roots

It started as an itch
A noise in my head
I got in so deep I took my guitar to bed
I couldn't concentrate on my work at school
I knew I was born for rock n roll
In my heart I was Otis, Booker T, or Jimi
In my mirror I was white as snow
So while my [A]soul was [Am7]full of primitive ɾhythm
There were places my [A]voice wouldn't go

I got [Fm7]them [A]white boy ɾoots white boy ɾoots
You can tɾace 'em [A]back to [C7]1753
And before that back to [C7]Germany
A soul shouter I was [Am7]not to [C7]be
This voice is as white as me

Grampa built himself a cabin out on [C7]the Chesapeake
Grandma Peg told me stories to [C7]take back to [C7]Accokeek
She showed me ɾecords of births and [Bm]deaths
No mixed blood in my [A]genealogy
"Arlington [C7]would be [Am]our family estate
But for [Dm7]the govt. settlement in 1878
Folks will say they're ɾelated to [C7]General Lee
But, Wes, we REALLY ARE, you [A7see"

I got [Fm7]them [A]white boy ɾoots white boy ɾoots
You can tɾace 'em [A]down my [A]family tɾee
They include General Robert E. Lee
You can tɾace 'em [A]back to [C7]1753
And before that back to [C7]Germany