My moth'-an' daddy live on a high hill way on that Mississippi road My moth'-an' daddy live on a high hill way on out that Mississippi road Sometimes I would walk down cry and wonder 'cause of where one day I must go
My mother and daddy work so hard until their clothes was wet with sweat My mother and daddy work so hard until their clothes was wet with sweat And come time from the sell-up get paid from the master they wouldn't ever come out of debt
Sometime I sit down and wonder why I was the only child she had Sometime I sits down and wonder why I was the only child she had Sometime I think about the way she was mistreated and that's what makes me feel so bad
Before my mother she died she used to hang her head and cry Before my mother she died she used to hang her head and cry She said "Lord have mercy, have mercy on my little child" She said "Lord have mercy, have mercy on my little..."Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
