Fred Small - Scrambled Eggs And Prayers Lyrics
Five convicts broke free from the Braden prison yardFive men armed and dangerous, five hearts stony hard.They ran down to the bottom where the Hatchie runs blackWhere many have fled but few have come backLouise and her friend Renzie were talking on the phoneAll about the fugitives desperate on the runShe just had time to whisper, "Renzie, call the police"When he stepped up with his shotgun, saying, "Everybody freeze."CHORUS:She said, "Sit down, young man, I don't want no violence hereI can see your body's weary and your soul laden with careI'll cook you up some breakfast, you put that gun away.Now sit down, young man, and pray."He said, "Lady, I'm so hungry, I ain't eaten for three days"She took out her skillet, fixed him bacon, bread, and eggs.She talked about the bible, eyes crinkled when she smiledHe set down that shotgun and obeyed her like a childShe said, "Where is your mother?" He said, "I wish I knew."She said, "I know your mother is praying for you.I'm seventy-three years old, raised two boys of my ownAnd I know we must face judgment when we have done wrong."CHORUSHe heard the cruiser coming, the cops were at the doorHe looked out the window, said, "They'll kill me now for sure."She said, "Finish up your breakfast, I'll let them do no harm."He left the shotgun on the sofa and surrendered unarmed.Now some folks might have meekly done whatever he had saidAnd some folks might have jumped him and probably turned up deadYou can tell it to your daughters and teach it to your sonsThat scrambled eggs and prayers are stronger than guns.CHORUS
