Glory glory clear the road,
I'm tired of totin this heavy load,
Ol st peter I'm a running late,
Can't 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,
For on that day I had aspired,
To reach that land of so desire
Then he preached about that place,
That's reserved for fallen race,
And damnation for the stray,
That would come along the way,
There is devil is a-waitin by a might lake of fire,
All the rest you know so well,
Only flame they call in hell
Gonna preach now (oh yeah)
I'm gonna tell you how (oh yeah),
How you can get up there (oh yeah)
How you can reach that city so bright and fair,
You gotta live right, (oh yeah)
You gotta pray each night (oh yeah)
Down on your bended knee (oh yeah)
You gotta trust in God he'll set you free,
Up in the good land (oh yeah)
Where all the righteous stand (oh yeah)
I'm gonna see his face (oh yeah)
He's gonna say "my child you've run the race",
Beauty so rare, (oh yeah)
It's beyond compare (oh yeah)
You'll never know a care (oh yeah)
Up on the golden streets so bright and fair,
Then you'll be shouting,
Glory, glory glory clear the road
