Brantley Gilbert - A Modern Day Prodigal Son Lyrics

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
I laid down all my books and picked up the drinking
Hell, I let them down when I gave up like a fool

And one reckless night just looking 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 running home

And Lord, I'm a renegade, a rambler
I've squandered all I've owned
A bonafide 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 coming home
Yeah, I'm coming home
Like a modern day prodigal son

I had all of my things packed by early morning
I left that bottle I'd lost right there on the bathroom floor
I 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, "Mama, 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 bonafide runaway, I'm a gambler
Can't count the lies I've told

And I need redemption, how 'bout forgiveness
I pray for open arms, can you be with me, Lord?
Oh 'cause I'm coming home
But like a modern day prodigal son

Lord, I'm a renegade, a rambler
I've squandered all I've owned
A bonafide 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 going home
Like a modern day prodigal son