When I was I was running as my feet hit the ground 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 Clarksdale to keep my friends alive
No time for there was no known cure Seems I was and raised in the wrong killing floor And my loved ones gathered round see if the had worked I was misplaced, out of time privileged and
Oh, please cry for me Tears to the Tears to be
Now I see twelve white horses yeah walking in a Moving east the metal bridge on Highway 49 And standing in the shadows of a burnt out The King of Mississippi waited with his hound from hell, oh
A shiny riverboat taking income from the poor It's by the levee in an artificial pool a six mile tailback back on junction 304 A stranger at the crossroads believe I've seen his before
Oh, cry for me Tears the river to be free
Oh, I'm sad to be The going down 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 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 down, I really got to go now Sad to be The going down, I really got to go now
really got to go now, yeah Oh, go now Yes got, gotta go now