Walk out the Door
She walked in the bar with a raincoat on
as I was singing “Folsom Prison Blues.”
Well the drunks were yelling and trying to sing along
but most of them were way out of tune.
And I started wondering, “what am I doing here?”
and “what’s she doing here?” too
I’ll just call it fate, but I can’t leave it alone
cause out here we only sing the blues
Everybody’s talking louder than everybody else
and I’m singing ‘bout tomorrow with the past upon the shelf
I can wait for you girl if you can wait for me
it’s the time of day when I don’t know what I need
I’m gonna walk out the door in a minute or two
I’ve thought it over many times, I know what to do
I dreamt of Walt Whitman yesterday afternoon
he said, “what have you got to lose?”
Well I smelt of smoke and alcohol
cause I was hanging there all night
somebody threw a bottle and somebody threw up
while a played a song for someone that died.
Thought, “I gotta get this pretty girl outta here
while she’s still in her right mind.”
Yeah, it looked like something was going down
when someone caught a punch from behind
hey man, you wanna fight?
hey girl, I’ve got all night.
I’m leaving now and I’m packing my bags
cause someone told me I could.
I ain’t bringing nothing but this ol’ guitar
like I always said that I would.
I’ll have to play for free wherever I can
cause someone told me I should
Yeah, I’d walk out the door and never look back
if I only thought that I could.