To Her Door
They got married earlyNever had no moneyThen when he got laid offThey really hit the skids
He started up his drinkin’Then they started fightin’He took it pretty badlyShe took both the kids
She said, “I’m not standing byTo watch you slowly dieSo 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’sGot a little bar workHe went to the butteryHe stayed about a year
Then he wrote a letterHe said, “I wanna see ya”She thought he sounded betterShe sent him up the fare
He was riding through the caneIn the pouring rainOn Olympic
To her doorTo her doorTo her doorTo her door
And his heart was singing like a lowdown guitar
He came in on a SundayEvery muscle achin’Walking in slow motionLike he’d just been hit
Did they have a future?Would he know his children?Could he make a pictureAnd get them all to fit?
He was shaking in his seatRiding through the streetsIn a SilvertopTo herShaking in his seatRiding through the streetsIn a Silvertop
To her doorTo her doorTo her doorTo her door