Spent all my money gamble I lose
It’s my fault it happened it’s the path I choose
Wore out my inheritance that’s my last pair of shoes
Slopping hogs out in a foreign country
Slop I wouldn’t refuse

Oh ooh Oooh Prodigal Son
And Lord I got em, low down and lonesome return home blues

I’m going back home to my Father
Don’t deserve to be called son
Lay back and be his servant, errands I might run
I’m starting now, the long journey has begun
Know I’m going back, going where I come from
Oh ooh Oooh Prodigal Son
And Lord I got em, low down and lonesome return home blues
Mean while Father check the road
Waiting for the sons great return
Word that some ones coming made his eyes and heart to burn
Yes it’s the prodigal son, a runner soon confirmed
Prodigal beg forgiveness, son already spurned 
Oh ooh Oooh Prodigal Son
And Lord I got em, low down and lonesome return home blues

Father was so happy, sent for the sons new ring and robe
Then there was a feast for all at the Fathers own abode
Brother sure enough vexed “what” !?!? party for this bum of the road!?!?

He was dead and now alive the Father said that we can afford
Oh ooh Oooh Prodigal Son
And Lord I got em, low down and lonesome return home blues
Sorry Father all I had are woman and booze.