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