there i was
standin' there
where i didn't want ta' be

buck naked
with my guitar
how the hell i got
there
beats me

st. peter he ask me
how'd you get this far
with a guitar

beats the hell ouuta' me

can you play

just a bit

ok... let's hear it

i looked at him
and said
damn

ok

he asked me again
can you play

ok

i picked & i plucked
some old strings

he said you been f***ed

not lately

he said
come on in
GOD 'll love our tune

so i walked on in
JESUS christ

he said don't sing it twice

but we been watchin' you

write me a poem
sing me song

oh by the way
you be buck naked

left my cloths
at home

what can ya' sing
what do you bring
anything?

just me
and a poem