I was born on the riverbank of Mississippi.

No, father, no name, my poor little Mother was wrapped under a white moon by a drunken man.

I was born on the riverbank of Mississippi she leaved me there, without clothes in a little basket, I was so cute even the death did not want to me.

I was born on the riverbank of Mississippi, an old indian crow, find and took care of me, he teaches me to survive in this wild world.

I lived years ago on the riverbank of Mississippi, catching fishes in the moody waters, watching old steamers go to New Orléans 

I wanted to die on the riverbank of Mississippi. A river spirit cached me during a black moon night and bring me with him under the moody waters.

If one Day you come to see the riverbank of Mississippi, hear the wind whisper upper the moody water. It will be the true song of my life.