| Song | Prodigal Son |
| Artist | The Rolling Stones |
| Album | Beggars Banquet |
| 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 |
| 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 |