Hurry Home Wayward Son (Parody of "Carry on Wayward Son" by Kansas)

Hurry home my wayward son

There'll be a feast when you are done

Stay here with me and be blest

Don't you hide no more

{A song about the parable of the prodigal son}

Once I raised a couple boys -- yes, my two sons

Didn't ever think that I'd ever lose one

I was sure he'd never try it

But he grew too wild

So he asked if he could get his inheritance

Though it saddened me I still was his parent

I hear my boy is spending freely

I just fear he'll pay

Hurry home my wayward son

There'll be a feast when you are done

Stay here with me and be blest

Don't you hide no more

As I'm waiting there's a famine where he's been

My son may be in the gutter and bleedin'

But didn't I train him to be a wise man, well

He should be safe, but I don't know

From the stories people tell me he's broke and

Tossin' out his life to pigs in an old pen

I sit on the porch and wait here for him

Will I see my boy this day?

Hurry home my wayward son

There'll be a feast when you are done

Stay here with me and be blest

Don't you hide no more

Hurry home -- you will always be my boy

Hurry home -- there's no need to be shy boy

Though you left you're always family

Surely there's a place for you

Hurry home my wayward son

There'll be a feast when you are done

Stay here with me and be blest

Don't you hide no more