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This Side of the Door lyrics
Door knob in one hand, suitcase in the other
And I don't love you rollin' off her tongue
Words ripped right through me, tore a hole in my heart
Could've hurt me a lot less with a gun
She nearly knocked the wall down, slammin' that ol' door
Now the silence is more deadly than the violence of the storm
I've seen a coyote howlin', cryin' for his mate
I've made a home with hobos, in the boxcar of a train
I've heard that famous whippoorwill and felt the north wind blow
But there ain't nothin' quite as lonesome
As this side of the door, this side of the door
Me and ol' Jack Daniels, been in this chair for days
And we 'bout rocked a hole in this old floor
Got a pocket full of bullets, a hair trigger .38
I'm gonna put some daylight through that door
I will burn this house down, before I go insane
Use that rockin' chair for kindling, watch that door go up in flames
I've seen a coyote howlin', cryin' for his mate
I've made a home with hobos, in the boxcar of a train
I've heard that famous whippoorwill and felt the north wind blow
But there ain't nothin' quite as lonesome
As this side of the door
I've heard that famous whippoorwill and felt the north wind blow
But there ain't nothin' quite as lonesome
As this side of the door, this side of the door
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- Track 9 on What a Way to Live
- 8 Rainy Day Woman
- 10 Half of Everything
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