Tekster: Grace Potter And The Nocturnals. Big White Gate.

My body's acing from laying in this bed
I went singing in the rain and the cold got to my head
I don't know who's paying i just know what the doctor said
84 years of a sinning life and in the morning i'll be dead

I had three daughters
A new man for every one
The only man that i ever loved
Left me with my only son
I was a no good mother
I was a no good wife
There's only one thing that i did right in this godforsaken life

Saint peter won't you open up the big white gate
Cause i heard about forgiveness and i hope it ain't too late
I ain't no holy roller but you go tell your king
That all the folks up in heaven might like to hear me sing

I sang to my children
Before they strayed so far
I sang for my lovers
Or a nickel in a tip jar
I never knew jesus
I never read the good book
But on my day of dying
I'm giving life a second look

Saint peter won't you open up the big white gate
Cause i heard about forgiveness and i hope it ain't too late
I ain't no holy roller but you go tell your king
That all the folks up in heaven might like to hear me sing

It's coming on time now
My body's getting cold
I've got no will i've got no prayer
My story's all been told
I'm ready for the land of fire
But i'd love to see the land of gold
So nurse bring me my guitar
One more song before i go

Saint peter won't you open up the big white gate
Cause i heard about forgiveness and i hope it ain't too late
I ain't no holy roller but you go tell your king
That all the folks up in heaven might like to hear me sing