On Mar 23, 2006, at 7:57 AM, Horn, John wrote:
On Behalf Of Ronn!Blankenship
Shannon, is gone I heard
She's drifting out to sea
She always loved to swim away
Maybe she'll find an island with a shaded tree Just like the
one in our backyard
I was waiting for this one.
Hoping against it, I guess, but expecting it nonetheless.
My wife likes to pull this one out when we play the "worst song you
can have stuck in your head game"...
I wonder how many others play this game with their significant others?
Peggy has been following this thread with great enjoyment. Credit for
several of my offerings must go to her.
She is a cruel woman. Today, she suggested this:
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"
[CHORUS:]
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"
[Repeat Chorus]
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
[Repeat chorus]
Dave "father of a half-breed" Land
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