Tip the maid a dollar in the hat Tip the waitress feed her cocaine habit Tip the man with the gun Tip at least everyone Tip your way into heaven's gate Tip the grocery girl if you want Tip the religious man on the yard Tip the women who wait On the white magistrate Tip your way into heaven's gate Tip the butler, the boy at the bar Tip the one in the feathers in cars Tip the fool in the aisle Tip the most ugly child Tip your way into heaven's gate Tip the corner bum everyday Tip the New York whore in the sleigh Tip the carosel girls And the monkey in curls Tip your way into heaven's gate Tip the girls embroidered in red Tip the cannons that blew off the head Tip the firing ships And banners they rip Tip your way into heaven's gate Tip the bride, a knife in the back Then tip your longarmed lawyer in black Tip the saint on the phone He's a long ways from home Tip your way into heaven's gate Tip the cavalry officer's son Tip the streetcar children at home Tip the man with the sickle Tip him a nickle Tip your way into heaven's gate Tip the drummer boy in the fog Tip the children that pet the wolf dog Tip me a ring If you like how I sing Tip your way into heaven's gate Tip the judge, tip the innocent man Tip the 'lectric chair guard if you can Tip the old prison priest He ain't slept in weeks Tip your way into heaven's gate Tip the stadium crowd in the sun Tip away a life with a gun Tip father time For keeping the time Tip your way into heaven's gate Tip all of the boys in the band Tip a piece of your life in her hand When the barn starts to burn Give your lover a turn Dance your way into heaven's gate Dance 'em all, dance a merry old tune Dance a butterfly's death in the rain Dance the cold night air To a Johnny Cash Dance your way into heaven's gate ♪ Tip your own true love in the rain Leave her there where the saxaphones play Boy, you're young as can be You got country to see You're a long ways from heaven's gate