Graeme Connors - Prodigal son

^GIt was gonna be a lon^Cg walk home with empty pockets, 'ti^Gl he was saved by a trucker with a generous heart, ^CA bur^Gly blessing w^Cho was heading in his direction, he b^Dreathed a^G sigh^D of relief knowing he'd be home within the week, ^GWoh o^Ch oh oh. ^DHe was touted as the ^Cone most likely to go places, ever^Gybody knew someday he'd set the world on fire, ^CThis ^Glittle countr^Cy town would never hold him, the ^Dhumidity ^Gand t^Dhe flies clashed with the stars in his eyes, ^GWoh o^Ch oh oh.

^DThe r^Geturn of the prog^Cial son might have gone unnoticed, if it we^Gren't for the sta^Cr tattoo and those dead giveaway blue eyes, If it we^Gren't for the^C gas ^Gstation waitress with a beautiful memory, of a night s^Cpent ^Dby his si^Gde and a dream this day would come, Oh, ^Dthe retur^Gn of the prodigal son.

^GAnd considering the y^Cears he'd been gone it was amazing, she ^Grecognised him with the beard and the dirty clothes, ^CShe d^Gropped her tray o^Cf empty coffee cups and stood there, he c^Douldn't r^Gecall^D her name but she loved him just the same, ^GWoh o^Ch oh oh. ^COh, t^Ghe return^C of the prodigal son.

^DThe r^Geturn of the prog^Cial son might have gone unnoticed, if it we^Gren't for the sta^Cr tattoo and those dead giveaway blue eyes, If it we^Gren't for the^C gas ^Gstation waitress with a beautiful memory, of a night s^Cpent ^Dby his si^Gde and a dream this day would come, Oh, ^Dthe retur^Gn of the prodigal son.