They got married early, never had no money
Then when he got laid off, they really hit the skids
He started up his drinking, then they started fighting
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 walking out the door
Out the door, out the door"

She said, "Shove it, Jack, I'm walking out your fucking 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, and said, "I want to 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, to her door

And his heart was singing like a lowdown guitar

He came in on a Sunday, every muscle aching
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 Silver Top to her
Shaking in his seat, riding through the streets
In a Silver Top to her door
To her door, to her door
To her door

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Writer(s): PAUL MAURICE KELLY