[Verse 1]

Sweet Jesus, I was coming to pray

But all the hip kids sent You running away

You got egg on your face

But the faithful keep washing your feet

Wish it was simple but it's trouble to say

'Cause nobody believes that there's a debt to be paid

For the things that come easy day after day, week after week

[Chorus]

I am the champion of wine

You're the bread on my tongue

I am the last one in line

The prodigal

I am the champion of wine

You're the bread on my tongue

I am the last one in line

The prodigal son

[Verse 2]

Sweet Jesus, I was coming to pray

But Lord, I've been so busy and I've kept you away

I got egg on my face

So I hide away where no one can see

Wish it was simple but it's trouble to say

'Cause nobody believes that there's a debt to be paid

For the things that come easy day after day, week after week

[Chorus]

I am the champion of wine

You're the bread on my tongue

I am the last one in line

The prodigal son

I am the champion of wine

You're the bread on my tongue

I am the last one in line

The prodigal

I am the champion of wine

(Sweet Jesus, I was coming to pray)

You're the bread on my tongue

(But all the hip kids said you're running away)

I am the last one in line

(You got egg on your face

But the faithful keep washing your feet)

The prodigal son

I am the champion of wine

(Wish it was simple but it's trouble to say)

You're the bread on my tongue

('Cause nobody believes that there's a debt to be paid)

I am the last one in line

(For the things that come easy day after day, week after week)

The prodigal