A Modern Day Prodigal Son Lyrics

Brantley Gilbert A Modern Day Prodigal Son

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

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 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 mom it's your son and will ya'll have me
she said son you know I've been longing for this day

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 can you be with me lord,
oh cause I'm goin home,
like a modern day prodigal son