Prodigal Teclado

	  
verse 1 
C                   Bb 
 Sweet Jesus, I was coming to pray 
    F                         Am        C/E  
But all the hip kids sent You running away 
        C                         Bb                             F 
You got egg on your face, but the faithful keep washing your feet 
C                            Bb 
 Wish it was simple but it's trouble to say 
       F                             Am          C/E 
Cause nobody believes that there's a debt to be paid 
        C                         Bb                      F               
For the things that come easy day after day, week after week 


C         Bb           F/A 
 I am the champion of wine 
           F             C 
You're the bread on my tongue 
         Bb            F/A 
I am the last one in line 
    G        
The prodigal 
C         Bb           F/A 
 I am the champion of wine 
           F             C 
You're the bread on my tongue 
         Bb           F/A 
I am the last one in line 
    G            
The prodigal son 

verse 2 
C                   Bb 
 Sweet Jesus, I was coming to pray 
     F                             Am        C/E 
But Lord, I've been so busy and it kept me away 
      C                    Bb                            F 
I got egg on my face, so I hide away where no one can see 
C                            Bb 
 Wish it was simple but it's trouble to say 
       F                             Am           C/E 
Cause nobody believes that there's a debt to be paid 
        C                         Bb                      F 
For the things that come easy day after day, week after week 


C         Bb           F/A 
 I am the champion of wine 
           F             C 
You're the bread on my tongue 
         Bb            F/A 
I am the last one in line 
    G        
The prodigal son 
C         Bb           F/A 
 I am the champion of wine 
           F             C 
You're the bread on my tongue 
         Bb           F/A 
I am the last one in line 
    G            
The prodigal 

Ending 
C                   Bb 
 Sweet Jesus, I was coming to pray (I am the champion of wine) 
    F/A                       F         
But all the hip kids sent You running away (You're the bread on my tongue) 
        C                
You got egg on your face (I am the last one in line) 
        Bb                           F/A      G 
But the faithful keep washing your feet  (The prodigal son) 
C                            Bb 
 Wish it was simple but it's trouble to say (I am the champion of wine) 
       F/A                           F           
Cause nobody believes that there's a debt to be paid (You're the bread on my tongue) 
        C                         Bb                      F/A                                G        F 
For the things that come easy day after day, week after week (I am the last one in line, the prodigal)