Prodigal Son
Rolling Stones

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Well a poor boy took his father's bread and started down the road
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Started down the road
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Took all he had and started down the road
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Went out of his world, where God only knows
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And that'll be the way to get along

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Well poor boy spent all he had, famine swept the land
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Famine swept the land
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Spent all he had and famine swept the land
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Said "I believe I'll go and hire me to some man"
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And that'll be the way Ill get along

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Well, man said "I'll give you a job for to feed my swine
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For to feed my swine
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I'll give you a job for to feed my swine"
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Boy stood there and hung his head and cried
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'Cause that is no way to get along

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Said "I believe I'll ride, believe Ill ride, believe I'll go back home
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Believe I'll go back home
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Yeah, I believe I'll ride, believe I'll go back home
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Or down the road as far as I can go"
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And that'll be the way to get along

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Well, father said, See my son coming home to me
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Coming home to me
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Father ran and fell down on his knees
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Said "Sing and praise, Lord have mercy on me"
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They said thatll be the way to get along
 
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Oh poor boy stood there, hung his head and cried
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Hung his head and cried
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The poor boy stood there, hung his head and cried
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Said "Father, Will you look on me as a child?"
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Yeah thatll be the way to get along.

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Well father said "Eldest son, kill the fatted calf,
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Call the family round
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Kill that calf and call the family round
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My son was lost but now he is found
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Now that's the way for us to get along"
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