Modern Day Prodigal Son

Brantley Gilbert

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