Johnny Cash — Praise The Lord and Pass The Soup

Sister you can bang on your tambourine Just let my body be fed At the end of our street Is a mission so sweet Where me and all my friends Get a little something to eat Though you can't pick and choose You sure like their stew And if you don't get fried chicken What you get you can use Praise the Lord and pass the soup Praise the Lord and pass the bread For the sake of a prayer There's a warm welcome there And if you ain't had a bath Ain't no body who cares Cause they've seen it all before From the bums to the whores And if you shout "Hallelujah" They'll sometimes give you some more And singin' hallelujah