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A member asked for a copy of a song called "Those Swinging Doors." Sid Fly, an entertainer at the San Antonio Convention, has found the words to the song and it is reprinted here.

Those Swinging Doors

'Twas Saturday night in this old mining town

Jakes' bar room was merry and gay

And far from this laughter a mother did wait

For Pop to come home with his pay.

"Mother, oh Mother, oh where can he be?"

Daughter exclaimed through her tears

Mother replied, "I'm sadly afraid

That Father has stopped for some beers.

(Chorus)

Oh the doors swing in and the doors swing out

While some pass in and others pass out

Your father I fear has his nose in some beer

Behind those swinging doors.

"Now I shall go fetch him," the daughter did say.

"He shan't bring disgrace to our name."

So straightaway she went to the corner saloon

To save her poor father from shame.

"Oh Father, dear Father come home with me now.

The clock in the steeple strikes two.

The rent's to be paid and I'm sadly afraid

You'll spend all your money for brew."

(Chorus)

Oh the doors swing in and the doors swing out

While some pass in and others pass out

Through the smoke and the haze

There stands Pop in a daze — behind those swinging doors. Behind those swinging doors.

Each Saturday night in this old mining town

The miners come in with their gold

And father blows in all his wages for gin

And Nellie goes home in the cold.

"Oh Mother," she wailed. "My mission I've failed —

My father will ne'er mend his ways."

The mother replied, "It's always the same.

It's always the women who pay."

(Chorus)

Oh the doors swing in and the doors swing out

While some pass in and others pass out

The story is told of the fool and his gold

Behind those swinging doors — behind those swinging doors.

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