Текст песни The Rolling Stones - Prodigal Son By Rev. Wilkins
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Текст песни The Rolling Stones - Prodigal Son By Rev. Wilkins
Well a poor boy took his father's bread and started down the roadstarted down the roadTook all he had and started down the roadWent out of his world, where God only knowsAnd that'll be the way to get alongWell poor boy spent all he had, famine swept the land( )famine swept the landSpent all he had and famine swept the landSaid "I believe I'll go and hire me to some man"And that'll be the way to get alongWell, man said "I'll give you a job for to feed my swineFor to feed my swineI'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 alongSaid "I believe I'll ride, believe I'll go back homeBelieve I'll go back homeBelieve I'll ride, believe I'll go back homeOr down the road as far as I can go"And that'll be the way to get alongWell, father said see my son coming home to meComing home to meFather ran and fell down on his kneesSaid "sing and praise, lord have mercy on me"They saidOh poor boy stood there, hung his head and criedHung his head and criedPoor boy stood there, hung his head and cried