When I was born I was running as my hit the ground Before I talk I was humming an old railroad 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 cure Seems I was born and raised in the wrong 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 horses 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 Mississippi waited with his hound hell, oh
A shiny noon taking income from the poor It's floating by the levee in an pool a six mile tailback back on junction 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 going down and I 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 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 going down, I 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 going down, I really got to go now
Yeah got to go now, yeah Oh, go now Yes got, gotta go now