gosto imenso deste grande azul de jay bee, em que num lamento recorda a sua infância pobre no mississippi rural.

Lord why was I born in Mississippi,


when it's so hard to get ahead


Every black child born in Mississippi


you know the poor child is born dead



When he came into the world,

the doctor spank him, the black baby cry


Everybody thought he had a life


and that's why the black baby died



He will never speak his language


the poor baby will never speak his mind


The poor child will never know his mind


why in the world he's so poor



Lord why was I born in Mississippi


when it's so hard to get ahead


Every black child born in Mississippi


you know the poor child was born dead