Prodigal Son (50th Anniversary Edition)

Well a poor boy took his father's bread and started down the road
Started down the road
Took all he had and started down the road
Goin' out in this world, where God only knows
And that'll be the way to get along

Well poor boy spent all he had, famine come in the land
Famine come in the land
Spent all he had and famine come in the land
Said, "I believe I'll go and hire me to some man"
And that'll be the way I'll get along

Well, man said, "I'll give you a job for to feed my swine"
"For to feed my swine"
"I'll give you a job for to feed my swine"
Boy stood there and hung his head and cried
'Cause that is no way to get along

Said, "I believe I'll ride, believe I'll go back home"
"Believe I'll go back home"
"Believe I'll ride, believe I'll go back home"
"Or down the road as far as I can go"
And that'll be the way to get along

Well, father said, "See my son comin' home to me"
"Comin' home to me"
Father ran and fell down on his knees
Said, "Sing and praise, Lord have mercy on me"
Mercy

Oh, poor boy stood there, hung his head and cried
Hung his head and cried
Poor boy stood and hung his head and cried
Said, "Father, will you look on me as a child?"
Yeah

Well, father said, "Eldest son, kill the fatted calf"
"Call the family round"
"Kill that calf and call the family round"
"My son was lost, but now he is found"
"'Cause that's the way for us to get along"

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