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I set out one night in the fast lane bound for freedom |
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in a truck that daddy bought me |
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and money mom had saved for school |
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I laid down all my books and picked up the drinking |
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well hell I let 'em down |
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when i gave up like a fool |
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and one reckless night just lookin' for my whiskey |
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I found a bible mama gave me and read a while |
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I read a story 'bout a man who lived just like me |
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then finally ate his pride and came runnin' home |
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lord I'm a renegade, a rambler |
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I've squandered all I've owned |
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a bonafied runaway, I'm a gambler |
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can't count the lies I've told |
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and I need redemption, how 'bout forgiveness |
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and I pray for open arms, and i coming home |
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yea I'm comin' home, like a modern day prodigal son |
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I had all of my things packed by early mornin' |
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I left that bottle I'd lost right there on the bathroom floor |
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I stopped at a payphone and called back home to mama |
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yeah she might not even talk after all I've done |
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and the phone rang twice before I got an answer |
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mama nearly dropped the phone when she heard me say |
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I said mom it's your son and will yall have me |
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she said son you know I've longed for this day |
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lord I'm a renegade, a rambler |
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I've squandered all I've owned |
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a bonafied runaway, I'm a gambler |
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can't count the lies I've told |
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and I need redemption, how 'bout forgiveness |
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and I pray for open arms, can you be with me lord |
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oh cause I'm coming home like a modern day prodigal son |
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lord I'm a renegade, a rambler |
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I've squandered all I've owned |
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a bonafied runaway, I'm a gambler |
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can't count the lies I've told |
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and I need redemption, how 'bout forgiveness |
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and I pray for open arms, be with me lord |
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cause im goin' home like a modern day prodigal son |
