I was born by a river, in a little tent.
And just like the river, I've been running ever since.
It's been a long time coming, but I know a change gon' come.
Oh, yes it will.
It's been too hard living, but I'm afraid to die.
I don't know what's up there, beyond the sky.
I go to the movies, and I go downtown.
Somebody telling me, "Don't hang around."
Then I go to my brother, and I say, "Brother, help me please."
But he winds up knocking me back down on my knees.
There've been times that I thought I couldn't last for long.
But now, I think I'm able to carry on.