Glory Glory Clear the Road

Glory, glory clear the road

I'm tired of totin' this heavy load

Oh, Saint Peter, I'm a-runnin' late

Can't you get that key and unlock the gate?

Once I heard a preacher man

Preachin' 'bout 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 totin' this heavy load

Oh, Saint Peter, I'm a-runnin' late

Can't you get that key and unlock the gate?

Then he preached about that place

That's reserved for fallen race

And damnation for the stray

That would fall along the way

There the devil is a waitin'

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 totin' this heavy load

Oh, Saint Peter, I'm a-runnin' late

Can't you get that key and unlock the gate?

Gonna preach now (oh yeah)

Gonna tell you how (oh yeah)

How you can get up there (oh yeah)

And you can reach that city so bright and fair

You gotta live right (oh yeah)

Gotta pray each night (oh yeah)

Down on your bended knees (oh yeah)

You gotta trust in God and He will 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"

In His own grace (oh yeah)

It's beyond compare (oh yeah)

You'll never know a care (oh yeah)

Upon golden streets so bright and fair

Then you'll be shouting

Glory, glory, glory, clear the road