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PRODIGAL SON

Well a poor boy took his father's bread and he started down the road
He started down the road
He took his father's money and he started down the road
I wanna live my life, I wanna see how far I can go

Well the poor boy, he spent all he had, famine come into the land
Come into the land
He spent all he had, famine come into the land
He got trouble now, he’s gotta go work for the man

Well the man said I got a job for you but you gotta feed my swine
Gotta feed the swine
I got a job for you but you gotta feed my swine
Yeah the boy stood there you know he hung his head and he cried

I believe I ride, I believe I’ll go back home
I believe I’ll go back home
Yeah I believe I ride, I believe I’ll go back home
I’m goin’ way down the road, I’m goin’ back to my fathers door
And that’ll be the way that I’ll get along

Yeah the father said yeah see my son coming home to me
He’s coming home to me
You know the father ran and he fell down on his knees
He said Lord have mercy, yes Lord have mercy on me

Well the poor boy stood there, he hung his head and cried
He hung his head and cried
Yeah the poor boy stood there and he hung his head and cried
He said father will you look on me as a child

Here’s what the father said:

Well the father said eldest son, kill the fatted calf,
Kill the fatted calf
Boy you kill that calf and you call the family round
Yeah my son was lost but praise God now he’s found
And that’s the way we get along


Written by: Rev. Robert Wilkins
Additional lyrics: Billy Goodman