歌詞

PRODIGAL SON

THE ROLLING STONES

作詞
Robert Wilkins
作曲
Robert Wilkins

Well. the 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

Goin' out in this world, where, God only knows

And that will be the way to get along

Well, the poor boy spent all he hed

And famine come in the land,

famine come in the land,

Spent all he had

and famine cnme in the land.

Said,"I believe I'm gonna hire me to some man

And that will be the way I'll get along.

Well, the man said,"I'll give you a job, boy,

To feed my swine,

Boy, to feed my swine.

I'll give you a job boy' to feed my swine"

And the boy stood there

and hung his head and cried

Because that's no way to get along.

Seid"I belive I'll ride, believe I'll go back home"

Believe I'll go back home

Well believe I'll ride, I'll go back home.

Go down the road as far as I can go

And that'll be the way to get along.

Well, the father said,

"See my son coming after me,

Coming home to me"

The father ran and fell down on his knees,

He sung and prayed

"Load, have mercy on me,"I said

Well, the poor boy stood there,

Hung his head and cried,

hung his head and cried,

The poor boy stood

and hung his head and cried, yeah

Said,"Father, will you look on me as a child?"

Well father said to the eldest son

"Kill the father calr and call the family round.

Kill that call and call the fam'ly round.

My son was lost and now he is found".

Cause that's the way for us to get along, hey

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