Well a poor boy took his father`s bread and started down the road 
Started down the road 
Took all he had and started down the road 
Going out in this world, where God only knows 
And that`ll be the way to get along 

Well poor boy spent all he had, famine come in the land 
Famine come in the land 
Spent all he had and famine come in the land 
Said, "I believe I`ll go and hire me to some man" 
And that`ll be the way I`ll get along 

Well, man said, "I`ll give you a job for to feed my swine 
For to feed my swine 
I`ll give you a job for to feed my swine" 
Boy stood there and hung his head and cried 
`Cause that is no way to get along 

Said, "I believe I`ll ride, believe I`ll go back home 
Believe I`ll go back home 
Believe I`ll ride, believe I`ll go back home 
Or down the road as far as I can go" 
And that`ll be the way to get along 

Well, father said, "See my son coming home to me 
Coming home to me" 
Father ran and fell down on his knees 
Said, "Sing and praise, Lord have mercy on me" 
Mercy 

Oh poor boy stood there, hung his head and cried 
Hung his head and cried 
Poor boy stood and hung his head and cried 
Said, "Father will you look on me as a child?" 
Yeah 

Well father said, "Eldest son, kill the fatted calf, 
Call the family round 
Kill that calf and call the family round 
My son was lost but now he is found 
`Cause that`s the way for us to get along"