The morning was cold and lonely

City lights old and grey

The sun arose trying to smile

Gave it all away

The honky-tonk called a stranger

The stranger couldn't pay the bill

Made a stand, raised his hand

Sang a song, no time to kill



I said, Hey, hey, hey, St. Peter

I've got a tale to tell

I've just been down in New York town

It really feels like hell

It really feels like hell



Billy was out of fashion

Manhattan was years ago

Yesterday he wasted time

Money was kind of slow

Billy had friends of glory

Billy was a friend of fame

Took a chance, raised his hand

Sang a song, now he's back in the game



Hey, St. Peter

Before you ring your bell

Just been down in New York town

Done my time in hell

Done my time in hell



I said, Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, St. Peter

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, St. Peter

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, St. Peter

It really feels like hell

It really feels like hell

It really feels like hell