Crack In Your Door

Lowell George 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 pa*sing 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 pa*sing 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