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 forevermore
Between those 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 start a new life
Now our kids all have families
And we've done alright
And I have not done half bad
For a half-bred
No, I have not done half bad
For a half-bred
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