"Just A Door" lyrics
It's just a seven-by-three piece of pine tree
From somewhere down in Georgia
A nine-panel glass hung way back
In 1954
They say it's original, squeaks just a little
Well, something that old probably should
But other folks think it's just a deadbolt
A handle, and some hinges on wood
But it's been slammed like thunder, the kind that makes you wonder
What in the hell it's seen
It's been wide open, locked up tight
And every place in-between
Yeah, you walked in and out of it a thousand times
But all it took was just one goodbye
To leave a broken heart strung all across the floor
Just tryna find another way outta these walls
Yeah, you're gone but it ain't his fault
'Cause after all it's just a door
Well, I got half a mind to get drunk tonight
And put this place on the market
On the other hand there's a jerrycan
Full of gas that can help me spark it
But knowing my luck, this house would go up
And the damn thing'd be standing there still
Like a "she's gone" reminder, looking just like
The damn back door to hell
It's been slammed like thunder, the kind that makes you wonder
What in the hell it's seen
It's been wide open, locked up tight
And every place in-between
Yeah, you walked in and out of it a thousand times
But all it took was just one goodbye
To leave a broken heart strung all across the floor
Just tryna find another way outta these walls
Yeah, you're gone but it ain't his fault
'Cause after all it's just a door
And I could paint it, change it
Trade it out for something new
But I'll probably just leave it there swinging
'Cause it's all I got left of you, yeah
Oh, yeah
It's been slammed like thunder, the kind that makes you wonder
What in the hell it's seen
It's been wide open, locked up tight
And every place in-between
Yeah, you walked in and out of it a thousand times
But all it took was just one goodbye
To leave a broken heart strung all across the floor
Just tryna find another way outta these walls
Yeah, you're gone but it ain't his fault
'Cause after all
It's just a seven-by-three piece of pine tree
From somewhere down in Georgia
From somewhere down in Georgia
A nine-panel glass hung way back
In 1954
They say it's original, squeaks just a little
Well, something that old probably should
But other folks think it's just a deadbolt
A handle, and some hinges on wood
But it's been slammed like thunder, the kind that makes you wonder
What in the hell it's seen
It's been wide open, locked up tight
And every place in-between
Yeah, you walked in and out of it a thousand times
But all it took was just one goodbye
To leave a broken heart strung all across the floor
Just tryna find another way outta these walls
Yeah, you're gone but it ain't his fault
'Cause after all it's just a door
Well, I got half a mind to get drunk tonight
And put this place on the market
On the other hand there's a jerrycan
Full of gas that can help me spark it
But knowing my luck, this house would go up
And the damn thing'd be standing there still
Like a "she's gone" reminder, looking just like
The damn back door to hell
It's been slammed like thunder, the kind that makes you wonder
What in the hell it's seen
It's been wide open, locked up tight
And every place in-between
Yeah, you walked in and out of it a thousand times
But all it took was just one goodbye
To leave a broken heart strung all across the floor
Just tryna find another way outta these walls
Yeah, you're gone but it ain't his fault
'Cause after all it's just a door
And I could paint it, change it
Trade it out for something new
But I'll probably just leave it there swinging
'Cause it's all I got left of you, yeah
Oh, yeah
It's been slammed like thunder, the kind that makes you wonder
What in the hell it's seen
It's been wide open, locked up tight
And every place in-between
Yeah, you walked in and out of it a thousand times
But all it took was just one goodbye
To leave a broken heart strung all across the floor
Just tryna find another way outta these walls
Yeah, you're gone but it ain't his fault
'Cause after all
It's just a seven-by-three piece of pine tree
From somewhere down in Georgia
Writer(s): Jordan Walker, Kolby Cooper
