My father married a pure Cherokee
My mother's people were ashamed of me
The Indians said that 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 world
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