When I was I was running as my feet 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 found me into Clarksdale trying to keep my friends alive
No for celebration there 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, mama cry for me Tears to the Tears to be
Now I see twelve white horses yeah in a line Moving east across the bridge on Highway 49 And standing in the shadows of a out motel The King of Mississippi waited with his hound from hell, oh
A noon riverboat taking income from the poor It's floating by the levee in an pool a six mile tailback back on junction 304 A stranger at the crossroads believe I've 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 going down, I 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 down, I really 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 got to go now, yeah Oh, go now Yes I've got, go now