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 and when it s time to pay the bill i m gonna get my lap and then i will throw it in the first cabbing line i m gonna make this the day to remember till checkout time 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 