Carpetbagger
Prodigal Son
There once was a poor man
Whose back knew the value of money
From dawn until dusk every day
How he labored away
Through sacrifice, thrift, and hard work
He amassed a small fortune
All so that he could provide For his family one day
Now born to this man was a son
Who would never know hardship
Wanting for nothing He feasted on honey each day
One day he set out in search
Of an exciting adventure
Discovered how quickly fools
Squander their money away
Oh, prodigal son
You know not the value
Of the money you wasted
Long labors lost
At incredible cost
To the family You left behind you
All gather ?round
The prodigal son
Who was lost has been found
Ale will flow and astonishment grow
As the prodigal son weaves his tales of woe
We all know the story
And heard of the big celebration
Except for the fatted calf
No one missed out on the fun
In real life not all such reunions
Are cause for elation
Not everyone yearns the return
Of the prodigal son
Oh, prodigal son
You know not the value
Of the money you wasted
Long, labor?s lost
At incredible cost
To the family you left behind you
All shun the prodigal son
Who squandered his birthright
On the fruits that he tasted
Now that the damage is done
Your shame and dismay
Is the minimum price you will pay!
From Letras Mania