My father married a pure Cherokee
My mother’s people were ashamed of me,
The indians said I was white by law
The White Man always called me “Indian Squaw”.
Ch.: Half-breed, that’s all I ever heard
Half-breed, how I learned to hate the word,
Half-breed, she’s no good they warned
Both sides were against me since the day I was born.
We never settled, went from town to town
When you’re not welcome you don’t hang around,
The other children always laughed at me
“Give her a feather, she’s a Cherokee”.
We weren’t accepted and I felt ashamed
Nineteen I left them, tell me who’s to blame,
My life since then has been from man to man
But I can’t run away from what I am.
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