the prodigal son

now

the prodigal son was a forward child

his mind was not to obey

but after he left his father's house he thought he had gone astray

i believe that

i believe that i will go back home

i believe that

i believe that i will go back home

i believe that

i believe that i will go back home

and be a servant of the lord

his father saw him coming he met him with a smile

he threw his arms around him saying this is my darling child

i believe that

i believe that i will go back home

i believe that

i believe that i will go back home

i believe that

i believe that i will go back home

and be a servant of the lord

the father asked the prodigal

son

why you've been gone so long?

one day you sold out the world and forget your happy home

the prodigal said

i searched for true religion

but no faith and no peace could i find

until i came to a little place called bakersfield

that eased my troublin' mind

i believe that

i believe that i will go back home

i believe that

i believe that i will go back home

i believe that

i believe that i will go back home

and be a servant of the lord

i wandered into a tavern where a music band was playin'

the steel guitar rang out so sweet

i feel like i was prayin'

and i asked a comely waitress

is this a new teaching

she said there is no god but god

and ralph mooney is his name

i said

let me empty your ashtray

mr. mooney

if the drunks interfere i'll be sad

but just as long as you sit there on the bandstand and play your guitar like buddha

i'll be glad

the father asked the prodigal

did you smell the sweet perfume and hear the angel band?

he said

dim lights

thick smoke

and loud

loud music is the only kind of truth i'll ever understand

i believe that

i believe that i will go back home

i believe that

i believe that i will go back home

i believe that

i believe that i will go back home

and be a servant of the lord