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