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 soul was full of primitive rhythm
There were places my voice wouldn't go
I got them white boy roots white boy roots
You can trace 'em back to 1753
And before that back to Germany
A soul shouter I was not to be
This voice is as white as me
Grampa built himself a cabin out on the Chesapeake
Grandma Peg told me stories to take back to Accokeek
She showed me records of births and deaths
No mixed blood in my genealogy
"Arlington would be our family estate
But for the govt. settlement in 1878
Folks will say they're related to General Lee
But, Wes, we REALLY ARE, you see"
I got them white boy roots white boy roots
You can trace 'em down my family tree
They include General Robert E. Lee
You can trace 'em back to 1753
And before that back to Germany