When Saint Peter calls your name
My wife detests country music, and I mean detests it. Personally, I love the stories they convey. This one from Big Tom says a lot about the similarity of our birth and our death. The lyrics communicate how everyone is going out with nothing, just as we came in with nothing. Stream it on Spotify. It's a catchy wee number. LYRICs Oh we're going out the same way we came in Don't matter who you know or where you've been Makes no difference who you are, Skid Row Joe or superstar You're going out the same way you came in We are born into this world without a thing And we leave it just as naked as we came You may drive a Coup de Ville, own a mansion on a hill Don't mean nothing when Saint Peter calls your name Oh you're going out the same way you came in Someone will notify your next of kin Some will weep and some will moan, some will spit upon your stone But you're going out the same way you came in Oh they lay you out in all your fancy clothes A