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Prodigal son - The Rolling Stones

"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"

Bastard Son - George Fox

"Urban enzyme digest slowly eating crust and crouton wholly Cut up news with froth and frolic hero doomed and alcoholic not a picture prized or pretty burning engines in the city not a word now could be"

Uncle Son - The Kinks

"He was just a workin' man, Simple rules and simple plans, Fancy words he didn't understand, He loved with his heart, He worked with his hands. Liberals dream of equal rights, Conservatives live"

Runaway Son - Mike Oldfield

"Good Sister, Won't You Let Me In? I'm In Need Of Some Warmth And Shelter It's A Hard Luck Story, Don't Know Where To Begin I've Been Riding On Life's Helter-Skelter Save Me, Holy Mother, Please, Save"

Superman's Son - Celine Dion

"Celine Dion Celine Dion L'olympia Superman's Son Tout comme son pre Le petit jean-pierre tait un fan Un fan de superman Just like his father The little jean-pierre Was a fan A superman fan Il collectionnait Toutes"

Prodigal Son - Roy Acuff

"A Prodigal son once strayed from his father To travel a land of hunger and pain And now I can see the end of my journey I'm going to heaven a- gain. I leave you the day, to help all your"

Prodigal Son - Fred Hammond

"The loneliest place in the world is without You Too many of my days Lord, I've tried to spend there Searching for what I know was only found in You I strayed so far away, I wasn't sure You were still there But"

Bootlegger's Son - One Man Army

"Well John hailed from the streets of Brooklyn, Where he spent his early years, he drove trucks during the prohibition ease his family's fears, Well john hailed from the streets of brooklyn where he spent"

Irish Son - Westlife

"Verse 1 I was born in the heart of Dublin To a holy book full of rules Made get on our knees every Sunday with the other fools We were warped by the Christian Brothers In the cell blocks at our schools Get"

Irish son - Brian McFadden

"I was born in the heart of Dublin Back when being gay wasn't cool Made get on our knees every Sunday with the other fools We were warped by the Christian Brothers In the cell blocks at our schools Get"

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