DESCRIPTION:
The Gilded Bats of Iowa City fame sing their rendition of a Dock Boggs classic song, "Prodigal Son."

LYRICS
Lyrics to Prodigal Son (Traditional Inspired By Dock Boggs):

When I left my father's house,
I was well-supplied;
I made a mistake and I did wrong
And I'm dis-satisfied.

Chorus :
I believe I'll go back home
I believe I'll go back home
I believe I'll go back home
And acknowledge I've done wrong.

I'll go back to my father's house,
I'll fall down on my face.
Say that I'm unworthy,
I'll seek a servant's place.

I'll go back to my father's house,
The place I love so dear,
For there they have plenty to eat
And I'm a-starving here.

[Chorus]

Father seen him coming,
He met him with a smile,
Threw his arms around him
Says "This is my wandering child."

Father said to his servants,
"Go kill a fatted calf,
Invite both friends and relatives,
My son's come home at last."

[Chorus]

Banquet's in procession;
All sorrow has passed.
Father's heart was filled with joy,
His son come home at last.

The elder son was jealous,
I believe I heard him say,
"Gave my brother his portion,
I never went away."

[Chorus]

Father said to his elder son,
"You've been both good and kind,
Not a calf I'll give unto thee,
But all I have is thine."

[Chorus]

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Prodigal Son
(Dock Boggs)

LYRICS
(Well) I believe I'll go back home
I believe I'll go back home
I believe I'll go back home
Acknowledge I done wrong

When I left my native home
Well I was well supplied
Made a mistake when (and) I did go
Now I'm dissatisfied

I'll go back to my father's house
I'll fall down on face
Say I am unworthy
I seek a servant's place

Well I'll go back to my father's house
To the place I love so dear
There they had bread to eat
While I am starving here

Well Father seen him comin'
He did greet him with a smile
Throw his arms around him sayin'
Here's my wanderin' child

Father said to his servant
Go and kill the fatted calf
Invite all the friends and relatives
My son's come home at last

Well all were seated at the table
All sorrow had passed
My father's heart was filled with joy
His son's come home at last

Well, Eldest son he was jealous
I believe I heard him say
Give my brother his portion
'Cause I never went away

Father said to his Eldest son
You have been both good and kind
Not a calf have I given thee
But all I have is thine