Tip Your Way

歌詞

Tip the maid a dollar in the hat Tip the waitress feed her cocaine habit Tip the man with the gun Tip at least everyone Tip your way into heaven's gate Tip the grocery girl if you want Tip the religious man on the (yard?) Tip the women who wait, on the white magistrate Tip your way into heaven's gate Tip the butler, the boy at the bar Tip the one in the feathers (in cars??) Tip the fool in the aisle Tip the most ugly child Tip your way into heaven's gate Tip the corner bum everyday Tip the New York whore in the sleigh Tip the carosel girls, and monkey in curls Tip your way into heaven's gate Tip the girls embroidered in red Tip the cannons that blew off the head Tip the firing ships, and banners they rip Tip your way into heaven's gate Tip the bride, a knife in the back An' tip your (longarmed?) lawyer in black Tip the saint on the phone, he's a long ways from home Tip your way into heaven's gate Tip the calvalry officer's son Tip the streetcar children at (home?) Tip the man with the sickle, tip him a nickle Tip your way into heaven's gate Tip the drummer boy in the fog Tip the children that pet the wolf dog Tip me a ring, if you like how I sing Tip your way into heaven's gate Tip the judge, tip the innocent man Tip the 'lectric chair guard if you can Tip the old prison priest, he ain't slept in weeks Tip your way into heaven's gate Tip the stadium crowd in the sun Tip away a life with a gun Tip father time, but keep him (a fine?) Tip your way into heaven's gate Tip all the boys in the band Tip a piece of your life in her hand When the barn starts to burn, give your lover a turn Dance your way into heaven's gate Dance 'em all, dance a merry old (tune?) Dance a butterfly's death in (the rain?) Dance the cold night air, to a Johnny Cash (?) Dance your way into heaven's gate Tip your own true love in the rain Leave her there where the saxaphones play Boy, you're young as can be, you got country to see You're a long ways from heaven's gate