Song is shared
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.
