Prodigal Son - The Rolling Stones
Written by：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
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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 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

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

Hey