I was about to cross the street in Atlanta, Georgia the other day That's my hometown And a voice called out to me I looked around and there stood a lady so pale, so worn One of my old friend I immediately recognized her She pulled out some pictures and showed them to me And as the tears filled her eyes she was hurt, I could plainly see And these are the words she said to me Look what they've done to my child He never done nobody harm I can almost hear his cry saying "Why, Mama, why" My child, my only child And as she went on to tell me She said "Thirty days went by, I never heard a word" We called, searched here and there His voice could not be heard I knew then that something was wrong He never stayed away from home You see, he was so very young I cried day and night, walked the floor hoping he was still alive Yet knowing how many had been found before, huh, without a breath of life Soon at last there came a knock at the door We found another that fit the description of your child I got dressed and went down to verify the identity And sure enough, sure enough it was my son And as I stood there and looked at him with tears in my eyes All I could say on that very day Look what they've done to my son He never done nobody wrong I can almost hear his cry saying "Why, Mama, why" My child, my only child My child, my only child Oh, my son, Lord, my only son My child, my baby child