Lyrics A Modern Day Prodigal Son - Brantley Gilbert

I set out one night in the fast lane bound for freedom
In a truck that daddy bought me
And money mom had saved for school
Laid down all my books and picked up the drinkin'
Well hell, I let 'em down when I gave up like a fool

And one reckless night just lookin' for my whiskey
I found a Bible mama gave me and read a while
I read a story 'bout a man who lived just like me
Then finally ate his pride and came runnin' home

And Lord, I'm a renegade, a rambler
I've squandered all I've owned
A bonifide runaway, I'm a gambler
Can't count the lies I've told
And I need redemption, how 'bout forgiveness?
And I pray for open arms, and I'm comin' home
Yeah, I'm comin' home like a modern day prodigal son

I had all of my things packed by early mornin'
Left that bottle I'd lost right there on the bathroom floor
Stopped at a payphone and called back home to mama
Yeah, she might not even talk after all I've done

The phone rang twice before I got an answer
And mama nearly dropped the phone when she heard me say
I said, "Mommy, it's your son and will y'all have me?"
She said, "Son, you know I've longed for this day"

And Lord, I'm a renegade, a rambler
I've squandered all I've owned
A bonifide runaway, I'm a gambler
Can't count the lies I've told
And I need redemption, how 'bout forgiveness?
And I pray for open arms, and be with me, Lord
Oh, 'cause I'm comin' home, but like a modern day prodigal son

Lord, I'm a renegade, a rambler
I've squandered all I've owned
A bonifide runaway, I'm a gambler
Can't count the lies I've told
And I need redemption, how bout forgiveness?
And I pray for open arms, be with me, Lord
'Cause I'm goin' home, but like a modern day prodigal son