Feed My Tractor

Oh, I ain't never been one to stop and smell the roses
But it sure looks like I've had my time
'Cause I just saw Elvis talking to Moses
I'm at the pearly gates, and I'm next in line
I sure hope I wake up soon
I got people to see, I got things to do
He calls my name and I drop to my knees
And say nervously

Hey, Saint Peter, won't you send me on back
Gotta fix my horse and feed my tractor
What?

He says, "Son, stand up, it's time to go with the flow
Yeah, you always knew you'd have this day
Now, I can give you wings and a little gold halo
But if you messed up, you got hell to pay"
Then it's shaky hand on the Bible time
Will I tell the truth, or a little white lie?
Right now, I'm hoping that it's a dream
'Cause I say stupidly

Hey, Saint Peter, won't you send me on back
Gotta fix my horse and feed my tractor (no)

My alarm goes off, I wake in sweat
Thank my lucky stars that I'm in my bed
It's good to feel the Earth beneath my feet
I think I deserve a drink, man

Thank you, Peter, for sending me back
So I can fix my horse and feed my tractor
What?

Oh man, am I asleep? Am I awake?
Somebody help me
Fix my horse, feed my tractor
Fix my horse, feed my tractor