Volbeat

Down by the lake of Mississippi
A boy was born poor and abandoned
And as he walk you could hear him yearning
For a home and he prays
And by the fields he sang for rising
All for his faith and memorizing
All of the songs his mother learned
From the lord himself
Heaven light a way for a fallen
Let me ease the pain from my mother
But he feels the deception in his head
Another day was born and rising
And on the stool the boy was trying
To earn a coin for his mother, and hoping
That freedom will lead her away