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