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Текст: Cher. The Very Best Of Cher. Half-breed.

My father married a pure Cherokee
My mother's people were ashamed of me
The indians said that I was white by law
The white man always called me "Indian Squaw"

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

HALF-BREED
that's all I ever heard
. . .

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.

HALF-BREED
that's all I ever heard
. . .