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• Artiste: Gileah Taylor
• Titre: Prodigal
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I traveled far, far from home Simply to find that there's nothing there's for me I took my daddy's money And spent it on what pleased me Everyone loved me They kissed my dancing feet We slept the days And nights we roamed the streets One night we had a feast My friends all looked to me When the bill came My empty wallet sighed Just like fools we ran They to another man And me to the furthest edge of town And here my memory fails In my shame I cried I was bone weary and tired of my life Decided to go home and swallow all my pride Babe, the road back home Seemed nearly twice as long As when I left, But still my feet just flew A far off I saw my dad My heavy heart it burned But he ran and kissed me Oh love I don't deserve Dad, I'll get to work, I'll prove that I can earn Like any other man But he just laughed and said “Son, I thought you dead! You don't know my joy to have you home!”