| I left in search of fame and fortune
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| Blinded by the city lights
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| Heartaches, Lord, I’ve had my portion
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| In a way it serves me right
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| Guess I had to learn my lesson
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| This one thing I do believe
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| No material possession
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| Is worth more than Family
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| Restless souls are prone to wander
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| Mama leave the porch light on
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| Cause the grass ain’t greener over yonder
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| Now the prodigal son is coming home
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| Let us sit down at the table
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| Hear my Daddy say the Grac
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| For these blessings w are so grateful
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| Light our path show us the way
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| Restless souls are prone to wander
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| Mama leave the porch light on
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| Cause the grass ain’t greener over yonder
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| Now the prodigal son is coming home
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| No the grass ain’t greener over yonder
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| Now the prodigal son is coming home |