Colorblind James Experience Prodigal Son
Once I dwelled in the land of the living
Now I wander trough the land of the dead
The wind blows cold and the rain hits hard
The storm clouds swirling up above my head
Once I was fairly sort of priced boys
Shoes on my feet and a hat on my head
Once I was rather fairly priced boys
Now I'm so low, I'd be better of dead
Guilt is a thing that'll tear you up,??? boys???
Tear you up and bring you down
Guilt is a thing that'll tear you up??? boys???
Leave you bleeding on the outskirts of town
Where do you go with all these troubles?
Where do you turn with all this grief?
What do you do when you fall so far, boy?
You turn to the bottle for your relief
You might lose your friends; you might lose your family
You might lose your job and your good health too
You might even go through your family fortune
If you've been blessed with a fortune to lose
It's never too late to turn back home, boy
The war with the devil has already been won
It's never too late to turn back home, boy
Ain't you never heard of the prodigal son?
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