TO HER DOOR  (Paul Kelly)

[Intro] 

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[Verse 1]

             
They got marri

            
ed early,  nev

          
er had no mone

y,
(           
Then when he g

            
ot laid off,  

              
they really hi

      
t the skids,
(           
He started up 

            
his drinking, 

              
 then they sta

     
rted fighting,
(           
He took it pre

            
tty badly,  sh

              
e took both th

  
e kids,
(         
She said: "I'm

              
 not standing 

            
by,  to watch 

           
you slowly die

,
             
So watch me wa

             
lking,  out th

       
e door,
(         
Out the door, 

             
 out the door,

 
 

She said "Shov

e it, Jack, I'

m walking out 

your fucking d

oor"


[Verse 2]

             
She went to he

            
r brother's,  

             
got a little b

ar work,
(           
He went to the

            
 buttery,  he 

              
stayed about a

 
 year,
(           
Then he wrote 

            
a letter,  he 

              
said I want to


 see you,
(           
She thought he

             
 sounded bette

             
r,  she sent h

          
im up the fare

,
(         
He was riding 

             
through the ca

             
ne, in the pou

     
ring rain,
(         
On Olympic,  t

           
o her door.
(         
To her door,  

             
to her door,  

            
to her door.

(G)
And his heart was singin' like a low-down guitar


[Lead break]

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[Verse 3]

             
He came in on 

            
a Sunday,  eve

          
ry muscle achi

ng,
(           
Walking in slo

            
w motion,  lik

              
e he'd just be

   
en hit,
(           
Did they have 

            
a future?  Wou

              
ld 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 st

reets,
(          
In a silvertop

            
,  to her door

 
.
(         
To her door,  

             
to her door,  

             
to her door.


[Lead break] (again), fade by 8th bar:

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