A Prayer On Your Lips

(альбом: Puttin' On - 1967)

(A prayer on your lips is like freedom in your hands)

Dear momma
Remember little Johnny Moses
The kid that used to swipe your apple pies
Well, today I saw little Johnny Moses
Kiss the world goodbye

A sniper's bullet got him, momma
He was face down in the sand
And when I got to little Johnny, momma
I found this message in his hands

Dear America
Today I'd gladly give my life to keep ole Glory ruling
Now I hope you understand me cause you see I don't have much schooling
I know back home some folks are filled with hating Christ
Have they forgotten who's backing up our stars and stripes
America, I love you, so please, try to understand

(That a prayer on your lips is like freedom in your hands)

The breath of God will drive the flow of blood across the land
A prayer on your lips is like freedom in your hands

I heard a bullet scream and a body hit the sod
I heard this dying soldier as he made his peace with God
So tell America, momma, and try to make 'em understand
That a prayer on your lips is like freedom in your hands