Some men may leave their children wealth and worldly things
But all my papa left me is wobbled in my veins
The town folk's cried desertion but mama I don't know
Son don't hate your papa papa had to go

Cause papa had wild blood papa's not to blame
Wild blood can drive a man insane
There's no resisting wild blood like a storm of wind and rain
And I can feel the wild blood flowing in my veins

I'm writing you this letter darling trying to explain
Inside me flows a river wobbled in my veins
If I can ever satisfy this longing I'll be free
If I can ever calm the storms that rage inside of me
Then I'll come looking for you and take you by the hand
Until that day I hope and pray you'll try to understand

That papa had wild blood papa's not to blame...