Letras
Robert and Bobby were the best of twins
They were in the game till the end to win
One sometimes a Christian, the other tangled up as a Jew
They both loved Rock, Folk and old time Blues
They tried to hide their roots and their past
Said they'd joined a circus to get away fast
But they couldn't hide from where they came
From up in the midwest iron ore range
You might think they're two, but they're one
Both rolled up as the Prodigal Son
After the crash when they'd gotten clean
They seemed tranquil and no longer mean
They hid from the rat race turning wheel
And no longer asked 'How does it feel'?
They wanted you to star in a show
You said 'Not me, no, no, no'
You'd done it all, you'd nothing to prove
You didn't dig that hippy groove
Said you were sorry for all that you'd done
There wasn't any need, Prodigal Son
The years went by and you stayed away
You'd pop up here and there sometimes to play
He went over to the Promised Land
To give his teen son a helping hand
They said you were finished, said you were done
You knew you had to keep on keeping on
Like the wild rover looking for divine love
You said you put all your faith in Him above
When that phase was over and was done
You returned to us, our Prodigal Son
You've lived fast and without remorse
Driven on by a rumbling force
Money came and money it went
Can it compensate for your torment?
You seen so many friends pass on
They were here yesterday, now they're gone
You say 'We're only passing through'
Well that's the Prodigal Son's point of view
I can't say that you were ever wrong
You were far ahead, the Prodigal Son
When you're finally gone, I'll be sad
You were like the father I never had
To taught me to just believe my eyes
You said this world is a whirlpool of lies
When you're knocking on heaven's door
The lions of Judah will all roar
We'll be sad and lonesome when you're gone
Then you'll return to your home, our Prodigal Son
I'll remember you when you're gone
And flown up towards the Sun
All that remains will be your song
I was proud to know you, our Prodigal Son
Paul Robert Thomas
Paul Thomas
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