From the album I'm With the Band

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Lyrics

Jesse Burkhead, Bill Coleman, Alby Odum, Dave Vogrinc<br />
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I strapped a sack upon my back<br />
In search of where the greener grass is at<br />
A destination, a new location, an exploration<br />
On my own I could be a lone ranger<br />
Oblivious to the danger<br />
A fascination, a deviation, a dream vacation<br />
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I&rsquo;m comin&rsquo; back now and it&rsquo;s been such a long time<br />
Such a long time, I ran away like a fool<br />
It&rsquo;s good to be back now, been gone such a long time<br />
Such a long time, I wanna stay here with You<br />
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Down and out when my journey went awry<br />
Doing everything I could to scrape by<br />
A complication, my desperation, a realization<br />
I know You care, You were there, I picked up the phone<br />
Your love was calling me home<br />
An invitation, my salvation, a celebration<br />
<br />
I don&rsquo;t know why I went away now<br />
But I believe I&rsquo;m here to stay now<br />
And I can only say that You have shown the way<br />
And I&rsquo;ll be home one day<br />
So put me on the track, I&rsquo;ll take the train back<br />
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Wiggity, wiggity, whack<br />
The prodigal son went whack<br />
After packin&rsquo; up his bags and his pockets full of cash<br />
He said, &ldquo;Yo, Pops, I need the inheritance just multiply by half&rdquo;<br />
And so he gathered up his things, and then he set across the land<br />
Well he screwed up, and used up, and boozed up<br />
Made a fool of himself, and now he&rsquo;s beggin&rsquo; for some help<br />
He&rsquo;s beggin&rsquo; please, on his knees<br />
Scrapin&rsquo; the stalls, eatin&rsquo; the feed<br />
Well the 411 on the son says the son&rsquo;s comin&rsquo;<br />
He&rsquo;s comin&rsquo; back<br />
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Well I can testify, with the tears in his eyes<br />
The father welcomed back his son with his arms open wide<br />
Put a ring on his finger and a robe on his back<br />
He strapped some sandals to his feet and killed the fatted calf<br />
He said, &ldquo;We&rsquo;re gonna celebrate with this big &lsquo;ol feast&rdquo;<br />
Check it, verse 23, ya know, Luke 15<br />
&ldquo;So call that phunkee DJ with the microphone<br />
We&rsquo;re gonna party all night &lsquo;cause my son&rsquo;s come home&rdquo;<br />
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