I was born in Colfax, Indiana
Just a farm boy in the Great Depression
Until I headed off to war
And if not for the death of my dear appendix
The love in my heart might have never been born
Sick leave and living all laid up in bed
You were the nurse of the dreams in my head
I kept you laughing
You kept me fed
And we had no notion of what lay ahead
I drew a picture that you'd grow to love
Well I was still only dreaming
That the image of your face
Wouldn't be in my head forеvermore
Between thosе lines that I drew
You knew what really was there
Was a simple love letter
To the woman that I adored
We were wed in Fort Sill, Oklahoma
Such a short time with each other
Then I was back off to war
In those days must have been the loneliest hours
Two years apart from my love
And my new baby boy
But I returned home in 1945
We moved to Clarksdale to find a new life
Now our kids all have families
And we've done all right
And I have not done half bad
For a half-bred
No I have not done half bad
For a half-bred