When I was born I was running as my hit the ground I could talk I was humming an old railroad sound Things didn't get much better by the age of five They me walking into Clarksdale trying to keep my friends alive
No time for there was no known cure Seems I was born and raised in the wrong killing And my loved ones gathered round see if the had worked I was misplaced, out of privileged and worse
Oh, mama cry for me Tears to the Tears to be
Now I see twelve white horses walking in a line Moving east across the metal on Highway 49 And standing in the shadows of a out motel The King of Commerce Mississippi with his hound from hell, oh
A shiny noon riverboat taking from the poor floating by the levee in an artificial pool There's a six mile tailback on junction 304 A stranger at the crossroads believe I've seen his 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 going down, I got to go now
Yeah got to go now I I go I've got to got to move, yeah, ah
Sad to be Sun's down, I really 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 down, I really got to go now Sad to be The sun's going down, I got to go now
really got to go now, yeah Oh, go now Yes got, gotta go now