The Way I Was Made

I was born, and I was made by the hands of marmalade
I’ve got legends in my blood; I’ve got Indians in my veins
And in the year of 44 grandpaw went away to war
He went to Hitler’s house and kicked in the door
There began the way I was made

And in the year of 47 that Rewey girl came down from heaven
In ’48 a bride and groom in love on their honeymoon
And they weren’t doin’ nothin’ wrong, but it’s how my mother came along
And here I am with words and song singin’ ‘bout the way I was made

Whoa oh! It feels so good to have your blood in my veins
Whoa oh! It feels so good to have your blood in my veins

My dad, he was a country kid. He loved to smoke and hunt and fish
Mom, she was a city babe, a pretty little girl who never ate
They met at school with broken hearts and healed each other from the start
Man and woman play your part, now were closer to the way I was made

Whoa oh! It feels so good to have your blood in my veins
Whoa oh! It feels so good to have your blood in my veins

Legend says our family tree grows black and white and Indian leaves
And if the history books are right, none of us are really white
In fact, I think that means, that everybodys’ blood is just the same

Whoa oh! It feels so good to have your blood in my veins
Whoa oh! It feels so good to have your blood in my veins