You´ll get pie in the sky when you die
Long-haired preachers come out every night, Try to tell you what´s wrong and what´s right; But when asked about something to eat, They will answer in voices so sweet: You will eat, bye and bye, In that glorious land in the sky; Work and pray, live on hay You´ll get pie in the sky when you die. “The Preacher and the Slave” Joe Hil