St. Peter
Hey Mr. Door man
Would you mind checking again
I ain't bourgeois, but I was hoping you'd set me free
Hey Mr. Door man
I've traveled through the desert sand
With no direction just my collection of things
Said hey Mr. Door man I'm right here
And I got a few things on the ride here
He said, Son won't you leave em where the road ends
Then come on in, come on in
I got my jet black Cadillac
Black and white suit to match
My leopard skin loafers
And my 67 sparkle Strat
Got my Rolex to keep me on track
My favorite Stetson hat
No I can't live without 'em
Peter won't you just cut me some slack
Said hey Mr. Door man I'm right here
And I got a few things on the ride here
He said, Son won't you leave 'em where the road ends
Then come on in, come on in
Come on in
Worked hard all of my days
I hand picked all these things
Now you're closing the gate
Telling me to throw it away
Yes, I punched my ticket to ride
Waited on my wings to fly
I'm in no man's land
Ain't ready to say goodbye
Said hey Mr. Door man I'm right here
And I got a few things on the ride here
He said, Son won't you leave 'em where the road ends
Then come on in
Said hey Mr. Door man I'm right here
Got a few things on the ride here
He said, Son won't you leave 'em where the road ends
Then come on in, come on in
Come on in, come on
Would you mind checking again
I ain't bourgeois, but I was hoping you'd set me free
Hey Mr. Door man
I've traveled through the desert sand
With no direction just my collection of things
Said hey Mr. Door man I'm right here
And I got a few things on the ride here
He said, Son won't you leave em where the road ends
Then come on in, come on in
I got my jet black Cadillac
Black and white suit to match
My leopard skin loafers
And my 67 sparkle Strat
Got my Rolex to keep me on track
My favorite Stetson hat
No I can't live without 'em
Peter won't you just cut me some slack
Said hey Mr. Door man I'm right here
And I got a few things on the ride here
He said, Son won't you leave 'em where the road ends
Then come on in, come on in
Come on in
Worked hard all of my days
I hand picked all these things
Now you're closing the gate
Telling me to throw it away
Yes, I punched my ticket to ride
Waited on my wings to fly
I'm in no man's land
Ain't ready to say goodbye
Said hey Mr. Door man I'm right here
And I got a few things on the ride here
He said, Son won't you leave 'em where the road ends
Then come on in
Said hey Mr. Door man I'm right here
Got a few things on the ride here
He said, Son won't you leave 'em where the road ends
Then come on in, come on in
Come on in, come on
Credits
Writer(s): Eric Charles Corne, Sam Austin Morrow
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.