Song | Prodigal Son |
Artist | The Rolling Stones |
Album | Pearls At Swine 1978 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Rev. Wilkins, Wilkins | |
Lyrics:Rev.Wilkins Music: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 | |
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 | |
Oh poor boy stood there, hung his head and cried | |
Hung his head and cried | |
Poor boy stood and 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 | |
'Cause that's the way for us to get along' | |
Hey |
zuo ci : Rev. Wilkins, Wilkins | |
Lyrics: Rev. Wilkins Music: 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 | |
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 | |
Oh poor boy stood there, hung his head and cried | |
Hung his head and cried | |
Poor boy stood and 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 | |
' Cause that' s the way for us to get along' | |
Hey |
zuò cí : Rev. Wilkins, Wilkins | |
Lyrics: Rev. Wilkins Music: 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 | |
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 | |
Oh poor boy stood there, hung his head and cried | |
Hung his head and cried | |
Poor boy stood and 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 | |
' Cause that' s the way for us to get along' | |
Hey |