Little Bit of Everything Good

[Instrumental Intro] [Chorus] I’m a blue-eyed, brown-haired Viking’s son, Three percent French-Canadian I’m a Highlands Scot, born wild and free, And one-sixty-fourth full-blood Cherokee. Got a whole lotta Anglo, and a pinch of Saxon, Some Baltic roots, depends who’s asking’. There’s Celtic Irish and North Spanish blood, Aw, man, I’m a little bit of everything good! [Verse 1] My French kin trapped fur where the three rivers meet, In Quebec’s wild heart, with the snow at their feet. Tradin’ with the natives, they blended their lives, Makin’ love and war ‘neath them cold northern skies. When my Viking blood sailed from the Danish fjords, With swords and tall ships, they were born for the war. From the farms to the seas, they were fearless and bold, Their fire’s still burnin’ in the stories I’m told… [Chorus] I’m a blue-eyed, brown-haired Viking’s son, Three percent French-Canadian I’m a Highlands Scot, born wild and free, And one-sixty-fourth full-blood Cherokee. Got a whole lotta Anglo, and a pinch of Saxon, Some Baltic roots, depends who’s asking’. There’s Celtic Irish and North Spanish blood, Aw, man, I’m a little bit of everything good! [Verse 2] My kin hit the plains when the West was still raw, Arkansas to Texas, no fear in their drawl. I've got heroes and horse thieves where fates go wrong, Falling on tough times but their spirits stay strong. From Virginia’s first ships to Carolina’s red clay, They pushed through Kentucky, Alabama’s rough way. Down Mississippi’s valleys, they carved out their claim, With grit in their hearts and a fire in their name. [Chorus] I’m a blue-eyed, brown-haired Viking’s son, Three percent French-Canadian I’m a Highlands Scot, born wild and free, And one-sixty-fourth full-blood Cherokee. Got a whole lotta Anglo, and a pinch of Saxon, Some Baltic roots, depends who’s asking’. There’s Celtic Irish and North Spanish blood, Aw, man, I’m a little bit of everything good! [Bridge] They fought for the flag in the Revolution’s call, Stood on both sides when the Civil War brawled. Followed Oregon’s trails to West Canadian streams, They built their lives chasin’ wide-open dreams. Every drop in my veins tells a tale of the past, From the hunting and gathering to the scars they amassed. Their strength’s in my soul, like a river it runs, I’m a patchwork of heroes, I’m proud to be their son! [Verse 3] I walk in the footsteps of those who came first. Song of my ancestors pound out in each verse. From the fierce Viking heart to the Scot’s rebel yell, I’m giving them strength in the stories I tell. My song runs much deeper than the blood in my lines, Though most of their stories have been lost to time. Honor the elders, care for the young, Fighters and lovers, our family lives on. [Chorus] I’m a blue-eyed, brown-haired Viking’s son, Three percent French-Canadian. I’m a Highlands Scot, born wild and free, And one-sixty-fourth full-blood Cherokee. Got a whole lotta Anglo, and a pinch of Saxon, Some Baltic roots, depends who’s asking’. There’s Celtic Irish and North Spanish blood, Aw, man, I’m a little bit of everything ... A blue-eyed, brown-haired Viking’s son, Three percent French-Canadian I’m a Highlands Scot, born wild and free, And one-sixty-fourth full-blood Cherokee. Got a whole lotta Anglo, and a pinch of Saxon, Some Baltic roots, depends who’s asking’. There’s Celtic Irish and North Spanish blood, Aw, man, I’m a little bit of everything good!