Lyrics
My mother and daddy live on a high hill
Way on that Mississippi road
My mother and daddy live on a high hill
Way on that Mississippi road
Sometimes I would walk down cry and wonder
Whistle 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 sit 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..."
