A Modern Day Prodigal Son

A Modern Day Prodigal Son - Brantley Gilbert

I set out one night in the fast lane bound for freedom

In a truck that daddy bought me

And money mom had saved for school

I laid down all my books and picked up the drinking

Hell I let 'em down

When I gave up like a fool

And one reckless night just lookin' for my whiskey

I found a bible mama gave me and read a while

I read a story 'bout a man who lived just like me

Then finally ate his pride and came runnin' home

And Lord I'm a renegade' a rambler

I've squandered all I've owned

A bonified runaway' I'm a gambler

Can't count the lies I've told

And I need redemption' how 'bout forgiveness

And I pray for open arms' and be with me lord

'Cause I'm comin' home' like a modern day prodigal son

I had all of my things packed by early mornin'

I left that bottle I'd lost right there on the bathroom floor

I stopped at a payphone and called back home to mama

Yeh she might not even talk after all I've done

The phone rang twice before I got an answer

And mama nearly dropped the phone when she heard me say

I said mama it's your son and will y'all have me

She said son you know I've longed for this day

And Lord I'm a renegade' a rambler

I've squandered all I've owned

A bonified runaway' I'm a gambler

Can't count the lies I've told

And I need redemption' how 'bout forgiveness

And I pray for open arms' and be with me lord

'Cause I'm comin' home' like a modern day prodigal son

And Lord I'm a renegade' a rambler

I've squandered all I've owned

A bonified runaway' I'm a gambler

Can't count the lies I've told

And I need redemption' how 'bout forgiveness

And I pray for open arms' and be with me lord

'Cause I'm comin' home' like a modern day prodigal son