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"
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 it can't run away from what i am