The Way I Was Made - Griffin House

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 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 we're 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 everybody's 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