Tekster:
Brantley Gilbert Modern Day Prodigal Son

lies I've told and I need redemption, how 'bout forgiveness and I pray for open arms, and i coming home yea I'm comin' home, like a modern day prodigal son

I had a buddy come down 'round last July Caught me when he crossed the Mason Dixon line Said he was headed down south and lookin' for a real good time

This city's looking like a ghost town All the stores downtown they've been closing down Yeah, the only lights that shine for miles Are lighting up the

the dashboard And I aint like I use to be tough as hell and hard to please But you came along and this old boy hit his knees And the day was to much

I found a box of memories, read a letter, dropped a tear where you signed your name, and turning the page, smearing the ink into "Love Always." Girl

I'm tired of this 9 to 5 8 hours feeling like over time And my mind's reminding me, I got a show tonight Getting home, it's already 8:30 My strings are

Grand daddy used to take me Down town to the kinneys That's where all the old men go to reminisce Ramble on about history dust off some old stories Look

I've told and I need redemption, how 'bout forgiveness and I pray for open arms, and be with me lord 'cause I'm comin' home, like a modern day prodigal son

lies I've told and I need redemption, how 'bout forgiveness and I pray for open arms, and be with me lord 'cause I'm comin' home, like a modern day prodigal son