Crack in Your Door

I don't even know what I did wrong

But her old man said if I didn't get out of town

I might not live too long

And I can still see her mother with her hair up in rolls

As she cast a telling glance at that young girl's red hot eyes

Sometimes I think I could lose

All my troubles but here I stand

They're trying to cure me with nicotine and whiskey

Watching their faces passing me by

And I've been holding out my hand

Waiting for love to come at my command

But the glow from around my head is gone

And if I don't get a ride real soon

I might be dead in the ground

Sometimes I think I could lose

All my troubles but here I stand

They're trying to cure me with nicotine and whiskey

Watching their faces passing me by

There's no need to follow

Look into the eyes of this wandering stranger

I won't rob or steal your money

So don't let the wind through the crack in your door

Don't let the wind through the crack in your door