When I was born I was as my feet hit the ground Before I could talk I was an old railroad sound Things didn't get much better when by the age of They found me into Clarksdale trying to keep my friends alive
No time for celebration there was no cure Seems I was born and in the wrong killing floor And my ones gathered round see if the experiment had worked I was misplaced, out of time privileged and
Oh, please cry for me Tears to the to be free
Now I see twelve horses yeah walking in a line east across the metal bridge on Highway 49 And standing in the of a burnt out motel The King of Commerce Mississippi waited with his hound hell, oh
A shiny riverboat taking income from the poor It's floating by the levee in an pool There's a six mile tailback back on 304 A stranger at the crossroads believe seen his face before
Oh, cry for me fill the river Tears to be
Oh, I'm sad to be The sun's going and I really got to go now Sad to be The sun's down, I really got to go now
Yeah got to go now I I go got to move got to move, yeah, ah
Sad to be Sun's down, I really got to go now Sad to be The sun down, I really got to go now Yeah, got to go now, oh
Sad to be Sun's down, I really got to go now Sad to be The sun's down, I really got to go now
really got to go now, yeah Oh, go now Yes got, gotta go now