Walking into Clarksdale

Yeah, whoa Yeah, yeah, yeah He said, when he was born he was running As his feet hit the ground before he could talk, he was humming An old railroad sound Things didn't get much better when by the age of five They found him walking into Clarksdale Trying to keep his friends alive, yeah, yeah Yeah, no time for celebration Now there's no known cure seeing he was born and raised On the wrong killing floor, but my loved ones gathered round To see if the experiment had worked He was misplaced out of time Never rich, never worse He says momma, please don't cry for me I got ears to the river-tears to be free And he sees twelve white horses walking in line Moving east across that river bridge on highway forty-nine Standing in the shadows of a burnt out motel The King of Commerce Mississippi waited with his hound from hell There's a shiny neon riverboat taking income from the poor It's floating by the levee in an artificial pool There's a six-mile tailback back out on junction 304 A stranger at the crossroads, he thought he'd seen his face before He says, oh, don't cry for me He's got tears fill the river, tears to be free Yeah Talking into the- The sun's gone down, and I've really got to go now 'Cause I'm sad to be leaving I've really got to go now Got to go now Sun's gone down I said the sun's gone down I've got to go now Got to go now Well, I'm sad to be leaving, yeah, yeah Sad, sad, sad Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Sad to be leaving Sad to be leaving Sad, sad, sad I'll go now, I'll go now I'll go now So sad to be leaving, so sad to be leaving So sad to be leaving, so sad to be leaving