When I was born I was running as my hit the ground Before I could talk I was humming an old sound Things didn't get much better when by the age of They found me walking into Clarksdale to keep my friends alive
No time for celebration there was no known Seems I was born and raised in the killing floor And my loved ones gathered round see if the experiment had I was misplaced, out of time privileged and
Oh, mama cry for me Tears to the Tears to be
Now I see twelve white yeah walking in a line east across the metal bridge on Highway 49 And standing in the of a burnt out motel The King of Commerce Mississippi waited with his hound hell, oh
A shiny noon riverboat taking from the poor It's floating by the levee in an artificial There's a six tailback back on junction 304 A stranger at the crossroads believe I've his face before
Oh, cry for me Tears fill the Tears to be
Oh, I'm sad to be The sun's going down and I got to go now Sad to be The sun's going down, I 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 down, I really 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 really got to go now, Oh, go now Yes I've got, go now