Wild Blood کے بول

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...