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 troublin' mind"
That's why I believe that, I believe that I will go back home
And I believe that, I believe that I will go back home
Well, 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 playin'
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
The father asked the prodigal,
Did you smell the sweet perfume and hear the angel band?
He said, dim lights, thick smoke, and loud, loud music
Is the only kind of truth I'll ever understand
I believe that, I believe that I will go back home
And I believe that, I believe that I will go back home
Well, I believe that, I believe that I will go back home
And be a servant of the Lord
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