Well saturday night in an old mining town
Jake's bar room was merry and gay
Well far from the laughter a mother did wait
For pop to come home with his pay

What's keeping dear father why doesn't he come
The daughter exclaimed through her tears
The mother replied I'm sadly afraid
You father has stopped for some beer

Woah the doors swing in, the doors swing out
While some pass in and others pass out
Your father I fear has his nose in the beer
Behind those swinging doors
Behind those swinging doors

Oh I shall go fetch him the daughter declared
He shan't bring disgrace to our name
Then straight way she ran to the corner saloon
To save her poor father from shame

Dear father dear father come home with me now
The clock in the steeple strikes two
Dear mother is waiting the rent must be paid
Don't spend all your money for brew

Woah the doors swing in, the doors swing out
While some pass in and others pass out
Through the smoke and the haze
Stood pop in a daze
Behind those swinging doors
Behind those swinging doors

It's saturday night at the corner saloon
The miners come in with their gold
And father blows in all his wages for gin
And nelly blows home in the cold

Dear mother she wailed my mission I failed
Father will ne'er mend his ways
The mother explained we'll suffer the shame
It's always the woman who pays

Woah the doors swing in, the doors swing out
While some pass in and others pass out
This story is told of a fool and his gold
Behind those swinging doors
Behind those swinging doors