Lyrics

The morning was cold and lonely City lights old and gray The sun arose, and, 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 and raised his hand Sang a song, now he's back in the game 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 (hell) It really feels like hel) 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 (hell) It really feels like hell 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 (hell) It really feels like hell (hell) It really feels like Hell
Writer(s): Johannes Vandenberg, George Young Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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