| Down by the lake of Mississippi
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| A boy was born poor and abandoned
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| And as he walk you could hear him yearning
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| For a home and he prays
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| And by the fields he sang for rising
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| All for his faith and memorizing
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| All of the songs his mother learned
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| from the lord himself
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| Heaven light a way for a fallen
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| Let me ease the pain from my mother
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| But he feels the deception in his head
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| Another day was born and rising
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| and on the stool the boy was trying
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| To earn a coin for his mother, and hoping
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| That freedom will lead her away
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| Mr. Cadillac Blood: Dear little friend
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| I’ve heard your story
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| Please take my hand and I’ll promise
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| We’ll find a way and we’ll be fighting
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| For your mother, and her wings
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| Heaven light a way for a fallen
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| Let me ease the pain from my mother
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| But he feels the deception in his head
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| Heaven light a way for another
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| Let me ease the pain for a fallen
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| We are on our way so much stronger
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| Heaven light the way for another
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| And he feels no deception in his head |