Modern Day Prodigal Son chords - Gilbert Brantley ♬ How to Play

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Modern Day Prodigal Son chords

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C                                              F
I set out one night in the fast lane bound for freedom
           Am
in a truck that daddy bought me
                                 G
and money mom had saved for school

C                                          F
I laid down all my books and picked up the drinking
       Am
hell I let 'em down
                         G
when i gave up like a fool

        F                                  C  
and one reckless night just lookin' for my whiskey
          F                                G
I found a bible mama gave me and read a while
  F                                       Am
I read a story 'bout a man who lived just like me
             C                              G
then finally ate his pride and came runnin' home

Am F lord I'm a renegade, a rambler C G I've squandered all I've owned Am F a bonified runaway, I'm a gambler C G can't count the lies I've told Am and I need redemption, how 'bout forgiveness C G F and I pray for open arms G Am 'cause I'm comin' home, like a modern day prodigal son C F I had all of my things packed by early mornin' Am G I left that bottle I'd lost right there on the bathroom floor C F I stopped at a payphone and called back home to mama Am G yeh she might not even talk after all I've done F C the phone rang twice before I got an answer F G and mama nearly dropped the phone when she heard me say F Am I said mama it's your son and will yall have me C G she said son you know I've longed for this day Am F lord I'm a renegade, a rambler C G I've squandered all I've owned Am F a bonified runaway, I'm a gambler C G can't count the lies I've told Am and I need redemption, how 'bout forgiveness C G F and I pray for open arms, and be with me lord G Am 'cause I'm comin' home, like a modern day prodigal son Am F lord I'm a renegade, a rambler C G I've squandered all I've owned Am F a bonified runaway, I'm a gambler C G can't count the lies I've told Am and I need redemption, how 'bout forgiveness C G F and I pray for open arms, and be with me lord G Am 'cause I'm comin' home, like a modern day prodigal son