뮤직 비디오
뮤직 비디오
크레딧
실연 아티스트
Fred Small
기타
John Curtis
만돌린
Maggie Rizzi
베이스 기타
Marcia Taylor
백그라운드 보컬
George Fulginiti-Shakar
백그라운드 보컬
Joey Deetz
밴조
Matthew Leavenworth
피들
Janet Hood
피아노
Cameron Sawzin
첼로
Jean-Dominique Sifantus
드럼
작곡 및 작사
Fred Small
작곡가
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
Fred Small
프로듀서
John Curtis
프로듀서
Karen Kane
녹음 엔지니어
가사
Five convicts broke free from the Braden prison yard
Five men armed and dangerous, five hearts stony hard
They ran down to the bottom where the Hatchie runs black
Where many have fled and few have come back
Louise and her friend Renzie were talking on the phone
All about the fugitives desperate on the run
She just had time to whisper, "Renzie, call the police"
When he stepped up with his shotgun, saying "Everybody freeze"
She said "Sit down, young man, I don't want no violence here
I can see your body's weary and your soul laden with care
I'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 smiled
He set down that shotgun, obeyed her like a child
She 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 own
And I know we must face judgment when we have done wrong"
She said "Sit down, young man, I don't want no violence here
I can see your body's weary and your soul laden with care
I'll cook you up some breakfast, you put that gun away
Now sit down, young man, and pray"
He heard the cruiser coming, the cops were at the door
He 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 said
And some folks might have jumped him and probably turned up dead
You can tell it to your daughters and teach it to your sons
That scrambled eggs and prayers are stronger than guns
She said "Sit down, young man, I don't want no violence here
I can see your body's weary and your soul laden with care
I'll cook you up some breakfast, you put that gun away
Now sit down, young man, and pray"
Written by: Fred Small