Fixing Tires in Heaven

Verse 1

On the road to heaven

hope I never get a flat

But if I do I’m sure as shootin’

Ol’ Les will come to bat

He’s fixed maybe a million

maybe more, just who’s to say?

There’s no one I would rather call

on that flat tire judgment day.

Chorus

Well I bet Ol’ Les is

fixing tires in heaven

He was a 10 here on earth

but up there he’s an eleven

When you roll up

to those pearly gates,

don’t be surprised to see

that Ol’ Les is

fixing tires in heaven.

[Solos]

Verse 2

Back in the town of Prineville,

the young man got his start.

His name renowned

throughout the west

before he did depart

His folks ran out to meet you;

they’d treat you fair and fine.

And once a year,

you’d find free beef,

all at the Les Schwab sign

[Repeat Chorus]

[Solos]

When the air escaped your plans,

when rubber met the road

You could count on Les

to put the road beneath your load