To her door

to the buttery, he stayed about a year
D C G
Then he wrote a letter, and said, "I want to see ya"
D C G
She thought he sounded better, so she sent him up the fare

[Chorus]
Em D C G
He was riding through the cane, in the pouring rain
C D G D
On McCafferty's, to her door
C G D
To her door, to her door
C
To her door,

[Bridge]
(G)
And his heart was singing like a lowdown guitar

[Solo]
G D C G x4

[Verse 3]
G D C G
He came in on a Sunday, every muscle aching
D C
Walking in slow motion, like he'd just been hit
G D C G
Did they have a future? Would he know his children?
D C G
Could he make a picture, and get them all, get them all to fit?

[Chorus]
Em D C D
He was shaking in his seat, riding through the streets
C D
In a Silver Top, to her
Em D C D
Shaking in his seat, riding through the streets
C D G D
In a Silver Top taxicab, to her door
C G D
To her door, to her door
C
To her door

[Outro]
G D C G x2