Well a poor boy took his father's bread and started down the road started down the road Took all he had and started down the road Went out of his world, where God only knows And that'll be the way to get along
Well poor boy spent all he had, famine swept the land famine swept the land Spent all he had and famine swept the land Said I believe I'll go and hire me to some man And that'll be the way to get along
Well, man said I'll give you a job for to feed my swine For to feed my swine I'll give you a job for to feed my swine Boy stood there and hung his head and cried 'Cause that is no way to get along
Said I believe I'll ride, believe I'll go back home Believe I'll go back home Believe I'll ride, believe I'll go back home Or down the road as far as I can go And that'll be the way to get along
Well, father said see my son coming home to me Coming home to me Father ran and fell down on his knees Said sing and praise, lord have mercy on me They said
Oh poor boy stood there, hung his head and cried Hung his head and cried Poor boy stood there, hung his head and cried Said father will you look on me as a child Yeah
Well father said eldest son, kill the fatted calf, call the family round Kill that calf and call the family round My son was lost but now he is found But that's the way for us to get along Hey
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