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 back home
Or down the road as far as I can go"
And that'll be the way to get along

Well, father said see my son
Coming home to me
Coming home to me
Father ran and fell down on his knees
Said "sing and praise, lord have mercy on me"
They said

Oh poor boy stood there,
Hung his head and cried
Hung his head and cried
Poor boy stood there, hung his head and cried
Said "father will you look on me as a child?"
Yeah

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

My aural memory says Hot Tuna did this on their first LP, too.

PRODIGAL SON (Joshua White)

I broke my mother's heart, Lord when I runned away
I broke my mother's heart, Lord when I runned away
She said he's a hard-headed child, I know you is gone astray

My mother said son oh son, way you carryin' on is a low down dirty sin
My mother said son, way you carryin' on is a low down sin
You done run away and left me, but you comin' back home again

Had to pawn my shoes and clothes, sleep out in the park every night
Pawned my shoes and clothes, sleep in the park each and every night
I done laid around and caught T.B., I'm drawed up just like a piece of trite

I'm coming home mother, please don't cry when you see me
I'm coming home mother, when you see me don't you cry
I was a hard-headed boy, now your son's coming home to die

Ooh mother, oh mother, remember I'm your son
Cryin' mother, oh mother, remember that I'm your child
Mama please forgive me, all the things that I have done^^

Enjoy the music.

Roger in Baltimore