When I was born I was running as my hit the ground Before I could talk I was humming an old railroad Things get much better when by the age of five They found me walking into Clarksdale trying to keep my alive
No time for celebration there was no cure Seems I was born and raised in the wrong floor And my loved ones 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 horses yeah walking in a line Moving east across the metal on Highway 49 And standing in the of a burnt out motel The King of Commerce Mississippi with his hound from hell, oh
A shiny noon riverboat taking from the poor It's floating by the levee in an pool a six mile tailback back on junction 304 A stranger at the believe I've seen his face before
Oh, cry for me Tears fill the Tears to be
Oh, I'm sad to be The sun's going 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 I've got to got to move, yeah, ah
Sad to be going 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 down, I really got to go now Sad to be The sun's going down, I got to go now
really got to go now, yeah Oh, go now Yes I've got, go now