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 thier 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, it feels so good

To have your blood in my veins

Whoa, 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 we're closer to the way, I was made

Whoa, it feels so good

To have your blood in my veins

Whoa, it feels so good

To have your blood in my veins, yeah

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 everybody's blood is just the same

Whoa, it feels so good

To have your blood in my veins

Whoa, it feels so good

To have your blood in my veins