♪♪ Glory, glory, clear the road, I'm tired of home, this heavy load.♪ Oh, St. Peter, I'm a-runnin' late, can you get that key and unlock the gate?♪ Once I heard a preacher man preachin' about that promised land.♪ How it flowed with sparkling wine, luscious fruit hung on the vine.♪ Not a worry, not a care, all is peace and no despair.♪ From that day I had aspired to reach that land that's so desired.♪ Glory, glory, clear the road, I'm tired of home, this heavy load.♪ Oh, St. Peter, I'm a-runnin' late, can you get that key and unlock the gate?♪ Then he preached about that place that's reserved for fallen race.♪ And damnation for the strain that would fall along the way.♪ Where the devil is awaiting by a mighty lake of fire.♪ All the rest you know so well, only flames they call it hell.♪ Glory, glory, clear the road, I'm tired of home, this heavy load.♪ Oh, St. Peter, I'm a-runnin' late, can you get that key and unlock the gate?♪ Gonna preach now, gonna tell you how, you can get up there.♪ You gotta reach that city so blinded by it, you gotta live the pride, oh, yeah.♪ You gotta pray tonight, oh, yeah, on your bended knee, oh, yeah.♪ You gotta trust in God and He'll set you free.♪ Up in the good land, oh, yeah, where all the righteous stay, oh, yeah.♪ I'm gonna see His face, oh, yeah, He's gonna say, my child, you've run the race.♪ And it's all alright, oh, yeah, trust me, I'll compare, oh, yeah.♪ I know it can, oh, yeah, on golden streets so bright and fair,♪ Then you'll be shouting, glory, glory, glory, clear the road.Yeah!Yeah!