The Felice Brothers - Tip Your Way Lyrics
Tip the maid a dollar in the hatTip the waitress feed her cocaine habitTip the man with the gunTip at least everyoneTip your way into heaven's gateTip the grocery girl if you wantTip the religious man on the (yard?)Tip the women who wait,on the white magistrateTip your way into heaven's gateTip the butler, the boy at the barTip the one in the feathers (in cars??)Tip the fool in the aisleTip the most ugly childTip your way into heaven's gateTip the corner bum everydayTip the New York whore in the sleighTip the carosel girls,and monkey in curlsTip your way into heaven's gateTip the girls embroidered in redTip the cannons that blew off the headTip the firing ships,and banners they ripTip your way into heaven's gateTip the bride, a knife in the backAn' tip your (longarmed?) lawyer in blackTip the saint on the phone,he's a long ways from homeTip your way into heaven's gateTip the calvalry officer's sonTip the streetcar children at (home?)Tip the man with the sickle,tip him a nickleTip your way into heaven's gateTip the drummer boy in the fogTip the children that pet the wolf dogTip me a ring,if you like how I singTip your way into heaven's gateTip the judge, tip the innocent manTip the 'lectric chair guard if you canTip the old prison priest,he ain't slept in weeksTip your way into heaven's gateTip the stadium crowd in the sunTip away a life with a gunTip father time,but keep him (a fine?)Tip your way into heaven's gateTip all the boys in the bandTip a piece of your life in her handWhen the barn starts to burn,give your lover a turnDance your way into heaven's gateDance '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 gateTip your own true love in the rainLeave her there where the saxaphones playBoy, you're young as can be,you got country to seeYou're a long ways from heaven's gate
