I’m a Priest; I’m Gonna’ Bless Them for You

When I was in Hong Kong a little while I was there, I picked up some seeds, some little seeds, and I made prayer beads. I made four pairs of prayer beads, and then this fellow come with little bones and I made the cross, fixed that with dynamite wire and there was a priest come to our camp while we were in Hong Kong, when we come off of the hills. And he come in and I had them on the floor. There was no table or nothing, I had them down on the floor. “Oh,” he says, “what would you call that? ” Oh, I said, “I call them prayer beads.” And he says, “Yes, that’s what they are and I’m going to bless them. I’m a father, I’m a priest and I’m going to bless them for you.” And there was a fellow by the name of Robinson. He wasn’t Catholic though, he was Protestant. But he asked me, he says, “Hector, are you going to sell me a pair of them? ” I says, “I’m not making them to sell. Here, take them.” And then the last words, the last time I heard about him, he had changed his religion - went Catholic!