Brothers and sisters, I’m here to testify
As a witness to the love of our sweet savior on high
See I was once a sinner like you all
But I quit my sorry ways the day I heard my master call
Now it’s my fate to meet my maker at the gate
He’s gonna welcome me to gloryland

You been tried, found wantin’
You done lied, now you’re haunted
By the spirit, that holy ghost
Brought you bread and wine
Now you’re drunk, now you’re toast
At this rate, you won’t make the gate
You won’t be going home to Gloryland

You been lost, ain’t got found
You just a Heinz 57 at the local pound
Looks like your owner tossed your tags
Threw your collar in a hefty bag
At this rate, you won’t make the gate
You won’t be going home to  gloryland

You gonna know where you going when you get there
You gonna rest your weary bones at last
But til you get yourself right with Jesus
You ain’t never gonna shake St. Peter’s hand

You done rusted in the rain
Got your engine seizin it’s a goddam shame
You ain’t drivin where you’re bound
You goin up in flames going down, down, down
At this rate, you’ll never crash that gate

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