When I was born I was running as my feet hit the Before I could I was humming an old railroad sound Things get much better when by the age of five They found me walking into trying to keep my friends alive
No time for celebration was no known cure Seems I was born and raised in the wrong killing And my loved gathered round see if the experiment had worked I was misplaced, out of privileged and worse
Oh, please cry for me Tears to the to be free
Now I see white horses yeah walking in a line east across the metal bridge on Highway 49 And standing in the shadows of a burnt out The King of Commerce Mississippi with his hound from hell, oh
A shiny noon taking income from the poor It's by the levee in an artificial pool There's a six mile tailback on junction 304 A stranger at the believe I've seen his face before
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 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 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 going down, I really got to go now
Yeah really got to go now, Oh, go now Yes got, gotta go now