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Prodigal Son
When Famine, Come In The Land! Spent all he had, when Famine come in the land... And that'll be the way I'll get along!
Go down this road as far as I can roam... And that'll be the way to get along.
Well, Father said, "See My Son, Comin' here to me!" Comin' home to me! His father prayed, and fell down on his knees.... Said his Saving Grace, and Lord, have mercy on me. Mercy!
Oh, A poor boy, stood there, hung his head and cried. Hung his head & cried... Poor boy stood and hung his head and cried Said, "Father really looked on me as his child." Yeah!
Well, father said, to his killin' son, Who killed his mighty calf... he called the family 'round... Killed that calf and called his family around... My son was lost, but now I hear he's found... Cuz, that's the way for us to get along.
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