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


[Chorus]
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


[Chorus]
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)