Come on now, all you sinnersIf you wanna get to HeavenHeaven, you better get right down on your knees and prayAll you gamblin' sinnersYou'd better stop playin' that Seven ElevenOr you won't be ready for the meet your Judgement DayOpen up them pearly gatesOpen up them pearly gatesOpen up them pearly gates for meYeah, when you hear that trumpet blastI'll be coming home at lastOpen up them pearly gates for meYou better go out to your chicken roost and ask yourself an honest questionAnd the good Lord's gonna know it if you lie (He will)You better turn all them chickens loose or you're gonna die from indigestionWhen you eat that stolen chicken pieOpen up them pearly gatesOpen up them pearly gatesOpen up them pearly gates for meWhen you hear that trumpet blastI'll be coming home at lastOpen up them pearly gates for meYou'd better take that old keg of gin and dump it every bit right in the riverAnd don't you let old Satan stay your hand'Cause if you fill it up again, it's gonna eat a hole right in your liverAnd the gates won't open when you reach that Promised LandOpen up them pearly gatesOpen up them pearly gatesOpen up them pearly gates for meYeah, when you hear that trumpet blastI'll be coming home at lastOpen up them pearly gates for meNow open up them pearly gatesOpen up them pearly gatesOpen up them pearly gates for meAnd when you hear that trumpet blastI'll be coming home at lastOpen up them pearly gates for me
