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 Mama'd saved for school. I laid down all my books and picked up The drinking. Well, I let him down when I gave up Like a fool. And one reckless night just looking 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, Who finally ate his pride and came running home. Lord, I'm a renegade, a rambler. I've squandered all I've owned. A bona fide 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 when I'm coming Home. Yeah, I'm coming home Like a modern day prodigal son. I had all of my things packed by early Morning. Left that bottle I'd lost right there on the Bathroom floor. Stopped at a payphone to call back home to Mama. And 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 y'all Have me?" She said, "Son, you know I've longed for this Day." Lord, I'm a renegade, a rambler. I've squandered all I've owned. A bona fide 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 coming home like a modern day Prodigal son. Lord, I'm a renegade, a rambler. I've squandered all I've owned. A bona fide 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. Be with me, Lord, 'cause I'm going home Like a modern day prodigal son.