Letras: The Rolling Stones. Prodigal Son.

Prodigal Son By Rev. 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 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