i was born and i was made by the hands of marmalade ive got legends in my blood ive got indians in my veins and in the year of 44 grandpaw went away to war he went to hitlers 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 werent doin nothin wrong but its 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