When I was born I was running as my hit the ground Before I could talk I was an old railroad sound Things didn't get better when by the age of five They found me walking into Clarksdale trying to keep my friends
No time for there was no known cure I was born and raised in the wrong killing floor And my loved gathered round see if the experiment 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 horses yeah in a line Moving east across the metal bridge on 49 And standing in the shadows of a out motel The King of Mississippi waited with his hound from hell, oh
A shiny noon riverboat taking from the poor It's floating by the levee in an pool There's a six mile tailback back on 304 A at the crossroads 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 down and I really 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 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 sun's down, I really got to go now
really got to go now, yeah Oh, go now Yes got, gotta go now