Rolling Stones - Prodigal Son Lyrics
(rev. wilkins)Well a poor boy took his fathers bread and started down the roadStarted down the roadTook all he had and started down the roadGoing out in this world, where God only knowsAnd thatll be the way to get alongWell poor boy spent all he had, famine come in the landFamine come in the landSpent all he had and famine come in the landSaid, I believe Ill go and hire me to some manAnd thatll be the way Ill get alongWell, man said, Ill give you a job for to feed my swineFor to feed my swineIll give you a job for to feed my swineBoy stood there and hung his head and cried`cause that is no way to get alongSaid, I believe Ill ride, believe Ill go back homeBelieve Ill go back homeBelieve Ill ride, believe Ill go back homeOr down the road as far as I can goAnd thatll be the way to get alongWell, father said, see my son coming home to meComing home to meFather ran and fell down on his kneesSaid, sing and praise, lord have mercy on meMercyOh poor boy stood there, hung his head and criedHung his head and criedPoor boy stood and hung his head and criedSaid, father will you look on me as a child?YeahWell father said, eldest son, kill the fatted calf,Call the family roundKill that calf and call the family roundMy son was lost but now he is foundcause thats the way for us to get alongHey
