Lyrics Tip Your Way - The Felice Brothers

Tip Your Way

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 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
An' 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 calvalry 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,
but keep him (a fine?)
Tip your way into heaven’s gate
Tip all 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