The Rolling Stones Prodigal Son By Rev. Wilkins текст песни, слова песни Prodigal Son By Rev. Wilkins The Rolling Stones
The Rolling Stones - Prodigal Son By Rev. Wilkins
started down the road
Took all he had and started down the road
Went out of his world, where God only knows
And that'll be the way to get along
Well poor boy spent all he had, famine swept the land
famine swept the land
Spent all he had and famine swept the land
Said "I believe I'll go and hire me to some man"
And that'll be the way to 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 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"
They said
Oh poor boy stood there, hung his head and cried
Hung his head and cried
Poor boy stood there, hung his head and cried
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