Some men may leave their children,
wealth and worldly things,
all my papa left me,
was wild blood in my veins.
The town folks 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 of wild
blood in my veins,
if I can ever satisfy this longing,
I'll be free,
if I can overcome 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 and understand,
that 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.