Glen Campbell - The wayward son

^F#He was born far ^C#away from home In a ^D#mtroubled place, in a ^Bdistant land. He was ^C#guided by a reason as he ^Bbmsearched for the truth ^G#mQuestioning life as he ^Bbmtried to unde^Brstand Just ^C#who he was. ^{E F#}

Discipled by ^C#philosophy. A ^D#mdead end street with ^Bno way through ^C#Trusting education as the ^Bbmkey to his soul But the ^G#mroom that it opened ^Bbmheld no ^Bclue To ^C#who he was. ^E

And the ^D#mWayward Son kept l^Booking. For a ^C#path to lead him ^F#home. A ^D#mnew age reve^Blation, to ^C#give him hope. And the ^D#mWayward Son kept ^Blearning. But the ^C#wisdom never ^F#came. And he ^Esearched for years to find out ^D#mWho he ^F#was. ^{D#m E F# C# F#}

At forty he was ^C#born again. In a ^D#mpeaceful place, in a ^Bfamiliar land. ^C#Sheltered by a grace God ^Bbmrevealed His truth. And ^G#mday by day he ^Bbmgrew to compre^Bhend Just who ^C#he was. ^{E F#} Refashioned by the ^C#hand of love In the ^D#mimage of, God's ^Bonly son. He was ^C#freed from the fall with the ^Bbmcurse in

In ^G#mChrist he found the ^Bbmessence ^BOf just who ^C#he was. ^E

And the ^D#mWayward Son stopped ^Blooking. For a ^C#path to lead him ^F#home. He ^D#mreceived a revel^Bation, that ^C#gave him hope. And the ^D#mWayward Son stopped ^Byearning. For the ^C#wisdom of the ^F#wind. And ^Ehe began to find out ^BWho he was. ^{F# D#m E}Ohh ^F#who he was.

As a ^D#mnewborn son I'm ^Bwalking. On the ^C#path that leads me ^F#home. You know the ^D#mspirit's revel^Bation, ^C#gives me hope. As a ^D#mnewborn son I'm ^Bgrowing. In the ^C#wisdom of God's ^F#plan. I must ^Elose myself to ^Bfind out, Who I ^F#am.

(I'm no longer longer the ^BWayward Son) Whoaaa ^F#who I am ^C# I'm no ^F#longer longer no l^D#monger the ^EWayward ^F#Son ^{C# F#}

I'm no ^F#longer longer no l^D#monger the ^EWayward ^F#Son ^{C# F#} I'm no ^F#longer longer no l^D#monger the ^EWayward ^F#Son ^{C# F#}