Working on My Tan

 

I gotta learn to move right

   make my start, look the part

and I gotta get my groove right

   catch the style, make a pile

and I gotta grab the spotlight

   play to win, fit right in

and they gotta think I’m not white

   play the blues, free to choose

   to be a different kind of man

   working on my tan

 

Never knowing how to see straight

   hitch my pants, do my dance

saying stuff about a free state

   say the word, flip the bird

tell the ladies I can love late

   shake the hood, looking good

tat my knuckles with the LOVE / HATE

   play it cool, I’m no fool

   I’m just a different kind of man

   working on my tan

 

   yes I’m working

   oh yes I’m working

   today I’m working

   working on my tan

 

 

© Michael Fleming

Brattleboro, Vermont

September 2013

 

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