To Her Door Songtext
von Paul Kelly
To Her Door Songtext
They got married early
Never had no money
Then when he got laid off
They really hit the skids
He started up his drinkin′
Then they started fightin'
He took it pretty badly
She took both the kids
She said, "I′m not standing by
To watch you slowly die
So watch me walkin' out the door"
"Out the door"
"Out the door"
She said, "Shove it Jack, I'm walking out your fuckin′ door"
She went to her brother′s
Got a little bar work
He went to the buttery
He stayed about a year
Then he wrote a letter
He said, "I wanna see ya"
She thought he sounded better
She sent him up the fare
He was riding through the cane
In the pouring rain
On Olympic
To her door
To her door
To her door
To her door
And his heart was singing like a lowdown guitar
He came in on a Sunday
Every muscle achin'
Walking in slow motion
Like he′d just been hit
Did they have a future?
Would he know his children?
Could he make a picture
And get them all to fit?
He was shaking in his seat
Riding through the streets
In a Silvertop
To her
Shaking in his seat
Riding through the streets
In a Silvertop
To her door
To her door
To her door
To her door
Never had no money
Then when he got laid off
They really hit the skids
He started up his drinkin′
Then they started fightin'
He took it pretty badly
She took both the kids
She said, "I′m not standing by
To watch you slowly die
So watch me walkin' out the door"
"Out the door"
"Out the door"
She said, "Shove it Jack, I'm walking out your fuckin′ door"
She went to her brother′s
Got a little bar work
He went to the buttery
He stayed about a year
Then he wrote a letter
He said, "I wanna see ya"
She thought he sounded better
She sent him up the fare
He was riding through the cane
In the pouring rain
On Olympic
To her door
To her door
To her door
To her door
And his heart was singing like a lowdown guitar
He came in on a Sunday
Every muscle achin'
Walking in slow motion
Like he′d just been hit
Did they have a future?
Would he know his children?
Could he make a picture
And get them all to fit?
He was shaking in his seat
Riding through the streets
In a Silvertop
To her
Shaking in his seat
Riding through the streets
In a Silvertop
To her door
To her door
To her door
To her door
Writer(s): Paul Maurice Kelly Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com