Текст песни Checkout Time

I'm sixty-one years old now, Lord I never thought I'd see thirty Though I know this road is someway to go I can't help think in on Will I be beloved and celebrated for my mystery climb? Or just another bum when it comes to checkout time? I'm fearful my chances of crossing over Jordan into glory May be compromised by the pies I've had my fingers in Must I be condemned, forever demned for some long forgotten crime? Or singing Rock of Ages with the angels soon after checkout time? (BRIDGE) Must I be condemned, forever demned for some long forgotten crime? Or singing Rock of Ages with the angels soon after checkout time? (Checkout time) checkout time (Checkout time) checkout time (Checkout time) time...