When I was born I was running as my feet hit the Before I could talk I was humming an old railroad Things didn't get much when by the age of five They found me walking into Clarksdale trying to keep my 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 had worked I was misplaced, out of time privileged and
Oh, please cry for me Tears to the to be free
Now I see twelve white 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 waited with his hound from hell, oh
A shiny noon riverboat taking income from the It's floating by the levee in an pool There's a six mile tailback on junction 304 A at the crossroads believe I've seen his face before
Oh, cry for me fill the river Tears to be
Oh, I'm sad to be The going down and I really got to go now Sad to be The going down, I really got to go now
really got to go now I I go got to move 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 going down, I really got to go now Sad to be The sun's going down, I got to go now
Yeah really got to go now, Oh, go now Yes got, gotta go now