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 [caught me] walking into Clarksdale
Trying to keep my friends alive
No time for celebration
Now there's [There was] no known cure
Seeing I was born and raised
On the wrong killing floor
And my loved ones gathered round
To 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 line
Moving east across the metal bridge
On highway forty-nine
And standing in the shadows of a burned out motel
The king of commerce Mississippi
Waiting with his hound [hounds] from hell
Oh, a shiny neon riverboat
Taking income from the poor
It is floating by the levee [It is moored across the mountain]
In an artificial pool
There's a six-mile tailback back on [out at] junction 304
A stranger at the crossroad
I believe I've seen his face before
Oh, don't cry for me
Tears fill [Tears to] the river - tears to be free
I'm sad to be leaving
The sun's going down and I've really got to go now
Sad to be leaving
The sun's going down - I've really got to go now
Yeah, really got to go now
I've got to go - I've got to move - I've got to move, yeah
Sad to be leaving
Sun's going down - I've really got to go now
Sad to be leaving
The sun's going down and I've really got to go now
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