Now the prodigal son was a forward child
His mind was not to obey
But after he left his father's house
He thought he had gone astray
That's why
I believe that, I believe that I will go back home
Yes, I believe that, I believe that I will go back home
I believe that, I believe that I will go back home
And be a servant of the Lord
Now his father saw him coming
And he met him with a smile
He threw his arms around him
Saying this is my darling child
I believe that, I believe that I will go back home
Yes, I believe that, I believe that I will go back home
I believe that, I believe that I will go back home
And be a servant of the Lord
Now the father asked the prodigal
Son, why you been gone so long?
What made you so love the world
And forget your happy home
The prodigal said "I searched for true religion, but
No faith and no peace could I find
Until I came to a little place called Bakersfield
That eased my troubled mind"
I believe that, I believe that I will go back home
I believe that, I believe that I will go back home
I believe that, I believe that I will go back home
And be a servant of the Lord
Well I, I wandered into a tavern
Where a music band was playing
Now, the steel guitar rang out so sweet
I feel that I was prayin'
And I asked a comely waitress
"Is this a new teaching?"
"Yeah", she said, "there is no God but God
And Ralph Mooney is his name"
I said, "Let me empty your ashtray, Mr. Mooney
And if the drunks interfere I'll be sad
But just as long as you sit there on the bandstand
And play your guitar like Buddha, I'll be glad!"
Now the father asked the prodigal
"Did you smell the sweet perfume and hear the angel band?"
He said, "Daddy! Dim lights, thick smoke, and loud, loud music
Is the only kind of truth I'll ever understand!"
That's why
I believe that, I believe that I will go back home
I believe that, I believe that I will go back home
I believe that, I believe that I will go back home
And be a servant of the Lord
I believe that, I believe that I will go back home
I believe that, I believe that I will go back home
I believe that, I believe that I will go back home
And be a servant of the Lord
Straight street