Lyrics Ry Cooder – The Prodigal Son

Now, the prodigal son was a forward child, his mind was not to obey
But after he left his father’s house he thought he had gone astray

I believe that, I believe that I will go back home
I believe that, I believe that I will go back home

His father saw him coming he met him with a smile
He threw his arms around him saying this is my darling child

I believe that, I believe that I will go back home
I believe that, I believe that I will go back home
I believe that, I believe that I will go back home
And be a servant of the Lord

The father asked the prodigal, son, why you’ve been gone so long?
One day you sold out the world and forget your happy home
The prodigal said, I searched for true religion, but no faith and no peace could I find
Until I came to a little place called Bakersfield, that eased my troublin’ mind

I believe that, I believe that I will go back home
I believe that, I believe that I will go back home
I believe that, I believe that I will go back home
And be a servant of the Lord

I wandered into a tavern where a music band was playin’
The steel guitar rang out so sweet, I feel like I was prayin’
And I asked a comely waitress, is this a new teaching
She said there is no God but God, and Ralph Mooney is his name
I said, let me empty your ashtray, Mr. Mooney, if the drunks interfere I’ll be sad
But just as long as you sit there on the bandstand and play your guitar like Buddha, I’ll be glad
The father asked the prodigal, did you smell the sweet perfume and hear the angel band?
He said, dim lights, thick smoke, and loud, loud music is the only kind of truth I’ll ever understand

I believe that, I believe that I will go back home
I believe that, I believe that I will go back home