Lyrics I'm Crying - Lucinda Williams

I'm Crying

I’m crying for the mother who lost her only son.
Barely 16 years survive and forced to carry a gun.
A cross the bloody battlefield.
Another bravefull son.
I’m crying for the mother who lost her only son.
I’m crying for the father who lost his baby-child.
Mankind carry him of, to work his this cotton field.
Says If you don’t mind me boy, I whip you little high.
I’m crying for the father who lost his baby-child.
I’m crying for the sister who lost her loving man.
Killed him of in the dark of knight, hung him from a lamp.
Couldn’t see there faces, but we know it was them.
I’m crying for the sister who lost her loving man.
I’m crying for the brother who couldn’t see the light.
Burned down our cornfield, and stole our livestock.
Joined up in Richmond, when we know it was a poor-mans fight.
I’m crying for the brother who couldn’t see the light.
I’m crying for the mother who lost her only son.
I’m crying for the father who lost his baby child.
I’m crying for the sister who lost her loving man.
I’m crying for the brother who couldn’t see the light.
I’m crying for the mother
I’m crying for the father
I’m crying for the sister
I’m crying for the brother
I’m crying