When I was born I was running
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As my feet hit the ground
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Before I could talk I was humming
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An old railroad sound
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Things didn't get much better
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When by the age of five
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They found me walking into Clarksdale
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Trying to keep my friends alive
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No time for celebration
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Now there's no known cure
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Seeing I was born and raised
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On the wrong killing floor
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And my loved ones gathered round
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To see the experiment at work
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I was misplaced out of time
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Never rich - never worse
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Oh momma, please don't cry for me
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Tears to the river - tears to be free
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And I see twelve white horses walking in line
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Moving east across the metal bridge
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On highway forty-nine
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And standing in the shadows of a burnt out motel
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The King of Commerce Mississippia waited with his hound from hell
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A shiny neon riverboat taking income from the poor
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It's floating by the levee in an artifical pool
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There's a six-mile tailback back out of junction 304
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A stranger at the crossroads
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I believe I'd seen his face before
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Oh, don't cry for me
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Tears fill the river - tears to be free
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I'm sad to be leaving
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The sun's gone down and I've really got to go now
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Sad to be leaving
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The sun's gone down - I've really got to go now
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Yeah, really got to go now
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I've got to go - I've got to move
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Sad to be leaving
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Sun's gone down - I've really got to go now
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Sad to be leaving
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The sun's gone down and I've really got to go now
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Yeah, really got to go now
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Walking Into Clarksdale
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| Robert Plant |
