Before I found my way home and reconciled the immediate problem of a "rotten branch" of my immediate family tree from the ancestral hole, this was a theme song.
It didn't help that the family lied about the ancestral roots as well, and concealed things that took me almost thirty years of looking to pierce the veil.
They had NOTHING to be ashamed of either - one of Washington's brigadier generals and a survivor of one of the ugly early battles in "New France" where only twenty-some men survived (all injured significantly) among the 'prominent' figures in the New World.
But for the longest time, it was a very real "where did you come from"...and it was maddening because how do you answer the call of the ancestral gods when your immediate family is a shameful cadre of degenerates?
It took far longer than it should for me to realize that their actions were their own and it didn't preclude my own birthrights.
So a pox on those who hid the truth from me and kept me wandering, even if it did make me the asshat I am today.
”Where do you come from white boy what is your land
Everybody else knows where they come from
You don't know your place you never did you never can
You can't find a place in this land
Blacks and Reds and Apaches and Jews
All know where they come from but you don't seem to know
Baby do you understand?”
I do now, and have for some time, but…the darkness and the wandering made the finding so much better.