Mama, your child is cryin'. It's a sad and beautiful world.
Mama, your child is cryin'. It's a sad and beautiful world.
River towns are tough towns, and Memphis sure is one.
It's no wonder how far I've wandered from my home.
You can hear it in my voice, and you can see it in my eyes.
Going back to that lonely place and rest my soul a while.
Mama, your child is cryin'. It's a sad and beautiful world.
Mama, your child is cryin'. Such a sad and beautiful world.
(blues harp solo)
The highway was callin'; I followed a long, long road.
Driftin' from town to town, wherever my faith did roll.
I don't care where I'm headed, you know it's just one of those things
Rolling along can't you hear? Can't you hear my highway sing?
Highway, now highway, won't you sing me back home?
Back to that haunted place by the river all alone.
Then let the Blues heal what's been torn apart.
I can rest my soul and let the river heal my heart, oh
Mama, your child is cryin'. It's a sad and beautiful world.
Mama, your child is cryin'. It's a sad and beautiful world.
So sad.
Uh huh.
And lonely
But that's all right
I'm gonna keep on movin'
Well, ha, aha, listen to me.