When the price you pay to face another day is getting too high,
When the seeds that you're sowing, you know you cannot reap
Make a break for the pearly gates and say this to St. Pete,
Oh me, oh my, I want my piece of pie in the sky
So, let the lightning flash and let thunder roll
Because the sky is never as crazy as the mean old world
Do my last singing in this land, then turn in my hand,
Head to the promise land where they've got a brand new band for me
There's a place in Wyoming where they lay in the shade all day
And the evening breeze and the cottonwood trees sing your sorrows away
But I never will go there, I can almost guarantee
So, let my bells start tolling, let my hearse come rolling
And on up to heaven I'll be
credits
from Past Lives,
released January 5, 2016
Written by Lee Preston
Produced by Chaimes Parker
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