Some men may leave their children wealth and worldly things But all my papa left me is wobbled in my veins The town folk's cried desertion but mama I don't know Son don't hate your papa papa had to go
Cause papa had wild blood papa's not to blame Wild blood can drive a man insane There's no resisting wild blood like a storm of wind and rain And I can feel the wild blood flowing in my veins
I'm writing you this letter darling trying to explain Inside me flows a river wobbled in my veins If I can ever satisfy this longing I'll be free If I can ever calm the storms that rage inside of me Then I'll come looking for you and take you by the hand Until that day I hope and pray you'll try to understand