
The Prodigal Son
by Rev. Robert Wilkins
on Prodigal Son (2014), Memphis Gospel Singer (1984)
The prodigal son left home by himself, home by himself
The prodigal son left home by himself
The prodigal son left home by himself
And that's the way for me to get along
And the last word, her mama heard me him say, her mama heard me him say
And the last word, her mama heard me him say, her mama heard me him say
The last word, her mama heard me him say
Said I'm going to tell my father to give me all my today
I'm going to tell my father to give me all my today
Going to tell my father to give me all my today
And that's the way for me to get along
The poor boy got all he had and started down the road
The poor boy got all he had and started down the road
The poor boy got all he had and started down the road
"Cause that's no way for him to get along
Said: I'm goin' out in this world and God never did know it
Said: I'm goin' out in this world and God never did know it
Said: I'm goin' out in this world and God never did know it
And that'll be the way for me to get along
The poor boy got away from home and spent all that he had
The poor boy got away from home and spent all that he had
The poor boy got away from home and spent all that he had
And that's no way for him to get along
The poor boy spent all he had, famine come in the land
The poor boy spent all he had, famine come in the land
The poor boy spent all he had, famine come in the land
That'll be no way to get along
Said: Believe I'm going hire myself to some man
Said: Believe I'm going hire myself to some man
Said: Believe I'm going hire myself to some man
And that'll be the way for me to get along
And the man told him: "I'll give you a job, my boy, to feed my swine
And the man told him: "I'll give you a job, my boy, to feed my swine
And the man told him: "I'll give you a job, my boy, to feed my swine
Is that a way for you to get along?"
And the poor boy stood there, he hung his head and cried
And the poor boy stood there, he hung his head and cried
And the poor boy stood there, he hung his head and cried
'Cause that'll be 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, I believe I'll go back home
I Believe I'll ride, I believe I'll go back home
And that'll be the way for me to get along
And he far down the road ran, as his father could see, as his father could see
Far down the road ran, as his father could see
Far down the road ran, as his father could see
He said I believe that's my son coming home to me, coming home to me
I believe that's my son coming home to me
I believe that's my son coming home to me
And that would be the way for us to get along
Father ran and fell down on his knees
Father ran and fell down on his knees
Father ran and fell down on his knees
Said Crying and praying, "lord have mercy on me, lord have mercy on me"
Said Crying and praying, "lord have mercy on me"
Said Crying and praying, "lord have mercy on me"
And I'm so glad my lost son home to me
So glad my lost son home to me
So glad my lost son home to me
And that's the way for us to get along
And poor boy stood there
Hung his head and cried, Hung his head and cried
Poor boy stood there and hung his head and cried
Poor boy stood there and hung his head and cried
And he told his father "don't you own me as a child? own me as a child?"
And he told his father "don't you own me as a child?
Told his father "don't you own me as a child?
And that would be the way for us to get along
And his father stood there and called the family around
And his father stood there and called the family around
Father stood there and called the family around
Said: My son was lost but now he is found, but now he is found
Said: My son was lost but now he is found
Said: My son was lost but now he is found
And he told his elder brother gonna kill my fattest calf, kill my fattest calf
Told his elder brother gonna kill my fattest calf
Told his elder brother gonna kill my fattest calf
And that would be the way for us to get along
Let us all day drink and all be merry and glad
Let us all day drink and all be merry and glad
Let us all day drink and all be merry and glad
And that's the way for us to get along
And that's the way for us to get along
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