《St. Peter (1996 Digital Remaster)》歌词

[00:02:42] Oh, I think there is a likeness 'twixt St Peter's life and mine,

[00:02:42] For he did a lot of trampin' long ago in Palestine

[00:02:42] He was 'union' when the workers first began to organize,

[00:02:42] And I'm glad that old St. Peter keeps the gate of Paradise.

[00:02:42] When the ancient agitator and his brothers carried swags,

[00:02:42] I've no doubt he very often tramped with empty tucker bags.

[00:02:42] And I'm glad he's Heaven's picket, for I hate explainin' things,

[00:02:42] And he'll think a union ticket just as good as Whitely King's

[00:02:42] When I reach the great head-station, which is somewhere off the track'

[00:02:42] I won't want to talk with angels who have never been outback,

[00:02:42] They might bother me with offers of a banjo meanin' well,

[00:02:42] And a pair of wings to fly with, when I only want a spell. Oh Yeah!

[00:02:42] I'll just ask for old St. Peter and I think, when he appears,

[00:02:42] I will only have to tell him that I carried swag for years,

[00:02:42] "I've been on the track," I'll tell him, "an' I've done the best I could"

[00:02:42] And he'll understand me better than the other angels would.

[00:02:42] He won't try to get a out of lungs that's worn to rags,

[00:02:42] Or to graft the wings on shoulders stiff with humpin' swags,

[00:02:42] But I'll rest about the station where the work-bell never rings,

[00:02:42] 'Til they blow the final trumpet and the Great Judge sees to things.

[00:02:42] Oh, I think there is a likeness 'twixt St Peter's life and mine,

[00:02:42] For he did a lot of trampin' long ago in Palestine.

[00:02:42] He was 'union' when the workers first began to organize,

[00:02:42] And I'm glad that old St. Peter keeps the gate of Paradise.

[00:02:42] Oh, Yes I'm glad that old St. Peter keeps the gate of Paradise.