Mississippi Road

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..."