'Twas down in Mississippi not so long ago,. When a young boy from Chicago town stepped through a. Southern door.. This boy's dreadful tragedy I can still remember well,.
Oh, help me in my weakness. i heard the drifter say. as they carried him from the court room. and were taking him away. well, my trip hasn't been a pleasant one.
It ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe. If you don't know by now. It ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe. It don't matter anyhow. When the rooster crows at the break of dawn.
Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?. And where have you been, my darling young one?. I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains. I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways.
Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?. And where have you been, my darling young one?. I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains. I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways.