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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bill Wyman
Bill Wyman
Bass Guitar
Brian Jones
Brian Jones
Harmonica
Charlie Watts
Charlie Watts
Drums
Keith Richards
Keith Richards
Acoustic Guitar
Mick Jagger
Mick Jagger
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Wilkins
Robert Wilkins
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jimmy Miller
Jimmy Miller
Producer
Bob Ludwig
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer
Eddie Kramer
Eddie Kramer
Engineer
Gene Shiveley
Gene Shiveley
Engineer
Glyn Johns
Glyn Johns
Engineer

Lyrics

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" Hey
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