Текст песни Mark Chesnutt - This Side Of The Door
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Door knob in one handSuitcase in the otherAnd I don`t love you rollin` off her tongueWords ripped right through meTore a hole in my heartCould`ve hurt me a lot less with a gunShe nearly knocked the wall down, slammin` that ol` doorNow the silence is more deadly than the violence of the stormI`ve seen a coyote howlin`Cryin` for his mateI`ve made a home with hobosIn the boxcar of a trainI`ve heard that famous whippoorwillAnd felt the north wind blowBut there ain`t nothin` quite as lonesomeAs this side of the doorThis side of the doorMe and ol` Jack DanielsBeen in this chair for daysAnd we `bout rocked a hole in this old floorGot a pocket full of bulletsA hair trigger .38I`m gonna put some daylight through that doorI will burn this house down, before I go insaneUse that rockin` chair for kindling, watch that door go up in flamesI`ve seen a coyote howlin`Cryin` for his mateI`ve made a home with hobosIn the boxcar of a trainI`ve heard that famous whippoorwillAnd felt the north wind blowBut there ain`t nothin` quite as lonesomeAs this side of the doorI`ve heard that famous whippoorwillAnd felt the north wind blowBut there ain`t nothin` quite as lonesomeAs this side of the doorThis side of the door