Prodigal Son

Written by：Reverend Robert Wilkins

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

Going 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

Well father said See my son coming home to me

Coming home to me

Father ran and fell down on his knees

Said Sing and praise Lord have mercy on me

Mercy

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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