Rev. Robert Wilkins
(spoken: he prodigal son left home for strange land
He became hungry and weary and he came to himself
And believed: I’ll go back home)
The poor boy got all he had and started down the road (3)
Cause that’s no way for him to get along
Said: I’m goin’ out in this world and God never did know it (3)
And that’ll be the way for me to get along
(The poor boy) got away from home and spent all that he had (3)
And that's no way for him to get along
The poor boy spent all he had, famine come in the land (3)
That'll be no way to get along
Said: believe I’m going hire myself to some man (3)
And that’ll be the way for me to get along
(And the man told him:) I’ll give you a job, boy, to feed my swine (3)
Is that a way for you to get along?
And the poor boy stood there, he hung his head and cried (3)
'Cause that'll be no way to get along
Said: Believe I'll ride, believe I'll go, believe I’ll go back home (3)
Cause that’ll be the way to get along
His father stood there, said: believe that’s my son, comin’ home to me (3)
And that’s the way for us to get along
His father did run, he fell down on his knee (3)
That'll be the way to get along
Well he sang and prayed: Lord have mercy on me! (3)
That'll be the way tio get along
And the poor boy stood there, he hung his head and cried (3)
And that’s no way for us to get along
He told his father: Won’t you look on me as a child! (3)
That'll be no way to get along
His father stood there and called all fam’ly round (3)
'Cause that'll be the way to get along
My son was lost, now he is found (3)
And that'll be the way to get along
He told his eldest son: Go, kill my fattest calf! (3)
And that’ll be the way for us to get along
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