Hurry home my wayward son There'll be a feast when you are done Stay here with me and be blest Don't you hide no more
Once I raised a couple boys -- yes, my two sons Didn't ever think that I'd ever lose one I was sure he'd never try it But he grew too wild So he asked if he could get his inheritance Though it saddened me I still was his parent I hear my boy is spending freely I just fear he'll pay CHORUS
As I'm waiting there's a famine where he's been My son may be in the gutter and bleedin' But didn't I train him to be a wise man, well He should be safe, but I don't know From the stories people tell me he's broke and Tossin' out his life to pigs in an old pen I sit on the porch and wait here for him Will I see my boy this day? CHORUS
Hurry home -- you will always be my boy Hurry home -- there's no need to be shy boy Though you left you're always family Surely there's a place for you CHORUSTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.