Letra de Prodigal Son

Once I dwelled in the land of the living Now I wander trough the land of the dead The wind blows cold and the rain hits hard The storm clouds swirling up above my head Once I was fairly sort of priced boys Shoes on my feet and a hat on my head Once I was rather fairly priced boys Now I'm so low, I'd be better of dead Guilt is a thing that'll tear you up,??? boys??? Tear you up and bring you down Guilt is a thing that'll tear you up??? boys??? Leave you bleeding on the outskirts of town Where do you go with all these troubles? Where do you turn with all this grief? What do you do when you fall so far, boy? You turn to the bottle for your relief You might lose your friends; you might lose your family You might lose your job and your good health too You might even go through your family fortune If you've been blessed with a fortune to lose It's never too late to turn back home, boy The war with the devil has already been won It's never too late to turn back home, boy Ain't you never heard of the prodigal son? Last time