Prodigal Son - The Rolling Stones

Open E tuning

            [Verse]
                  E
            Well a poor boy took his father's bread and started down the road
            
            Started down the road
            A                                     E
            Took all he had and started down the road
            A                                  E
            Going out in this world, where God only knows
            B7                        E
            And that'll be the way to get along
            E
            Well poor boy spent all he had, famine come in the land
            
            Famine come in the land
                  A                                 E
            Spent all he had and famine come in the land
                  A                                      E
            Said, "I believe I'll go and hire me to some man"
            B7
            And that'll be the way I'll get along
                  E
            Well, man said, "I'll give you a job for to feed my swine
            
            For to feed my swine
            A                             E
            I'll give you a job for to feed my swine"
            A                                     E
            Boy stood there and hung his head and cried
                  B7
            Cause that is no way to get along
            E
            Said, "I believe I'll ride, believe I'll go back home
            
            Believe I'll go back home
            A                                       E
            Believe I'll ride, believe I'll go back home
            A                             E
            Or down the road as far as I can go"
            B7
            And that'll be the way to get along
                  E
            Well, father said, "See my son coming home to me
            
            Coming home to me"
            A                               E
            Father ran and fell down on his knees
                  A                                   E
            Said, "Sing and praise, Lord have mercy on me"
            B7
            Mercy...
            E
            Oh poor boy stood there, hung his head and cried
            
            Hung his head and cried
            A                                    E
            Poor boy stood and hung his head and cried
                  A                                E
            Said, "Father will you look on me as a child?"
            B7
            Yeah....
            E
            Well father said, "Eldest son, kill the fatted calf,
            
            Call the family round
            A                                   E
            Kill that calf and call the family round
            A                             E
            My son was lost but now he is found
            B7
            Cause that's the way for us to get along"
            B7       E
            Hey -------
            
            Songwriters: Rev. Robert Wilkins
            
            [Outro]
            E |--2---|
            B |--3---|
            G#|--0---|
            E |------|
            B |------|
            E |------|
                                          
    

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