Take the time to find out what's been going wrong Take the time to sit and take it in Walk the line and find out who your friends are Take the time and
I've taken walks by the rolling sea Where the cliffs drop down to the big blue deep I've breathed in the air that rolls over these hills I breathe it
when I play guitar They all know my name [CHORUS] I am what I am I am the back door slam I am what I am I am the back door slam [SOLO] (Thanks to
And when I play guitar They all know my name [CHORUS] I am what I am I am the back door slam I am what I am I am the back door slam [SOLO] (Thanks
way I gave it to you Don't even recognize The ways you hit me Do you? It's gonna take a miracle to bring me back And you're the one to blame [Chorus:]
em in stitches, Now I leave they ass in ditches, I don't love bitches, I don't love niggas, I don't love nothin, It's gon' take my momma comin' back from
[Z-Ro] Time and time again, I try to cope with being poor But I had to say just what I feel, so now I'm kicking in your door My daughter needs pampers
the dirt, been slammed from right to left. I've been hit, been low, been high, I guess... I'm like a Cadillac door (say what) I'm like a Cadillac door
sings - I forget everything As she's packing her things As she's spreading her wings The front door might slam But the back door it rings And Smokey
, not a single word at the breakfast table Though I would have liked to begin So much that I wanna say, but I feel unable You leave and slam the door
We've been here many times before Leaving rooms and slamming doors We're climbing up the bedroom walls Sometimes we make it so frustrating I touch your
felt yesterday My mind is trapped in thoughts, there ain't no back door to escape Everything was good before I started to feel that way Before I slammed the door
his dirty Mac He won't be coming back with us, He won't be welcomed back Oh you, you never show your face no more Slam the door Changes... But if
go Damned if you don't need me - damned if you do God , I wish it wasn't me standing in these shoes Damned, damned A door slams like a shotgun,
?t think that I ever loved you more Then when you turned away When you slammed the door When you stole the car And drove towards Mexico And you wrote back
The screen door slams, Mary's dress sways Like a vision she dances across the porch. As the radio plays Roy Orbison singing for the lonely Hey that's