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    Rolling Stones Prodigal Son текст песни

    Prodigal Son

    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
    Going out in this world, where God only knows
    And that’ll be the way to get along

    Well poor boy spent all he had, famine come in the land
    Famine come in the land
    Spent all he had and famine come in the land
    Said, «I believe I’ll go and hire me to some man»
    And that’ll be the way I’ll 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»
    Mercy



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