Lyrics Beauty at the backdoor Billy Bob Thornton

Beauty at the backdoor

There's a screened-in porch in the front but not in the back.
The back's just got a door and a crepe myrtle bush and a little ole dried up garden and some woods way on back.
There's a hickory nut tree that covers the whole roof.
Sounds like hand grenades hittin' the tin roof all the time.
There's an old wood floor that's bowed up just about everywhere.
lt's got a thin coat of white stuff on it even though it's a dark wood floor.
There's a washing machine right outside the back door.
It's a ringer washer, the kind they don't make anymore.
I got my hand caught it in several times and usually got my ass whipped for it.
Even though I's the one that got hurt.
There 's a snake stick, that's what they called it anyway, by the back door because if you wanted to go outside you'd usually need it.
Everything's green most of the time except in the winter, when you could see the highway.
It's not a leaf of the trees.
There's an old rock well where we clean the squirrels.
I used to sit out there by that and watch the Carbur girl come down the road.
She didn't have but one dress and that's all she needed.
It was kinda red and kinda gray and kinda tore up and kinda perfect.
She's built like a brick shit- house.
She had polish on her toenails that only went about halfway down 'cause they was always tore up.
She used to walk across the side yard right by the well and go stand by the crepe myrtle bush and look in the screen door.
She'd usually stand there for about ten minutes and back then I wasn't sure what she wanted.
These days I understand.
If I'd a known then what I know now well, my life might have been pretty different.
Well, she was about eight or nine years older than I was when I first started school.
I knew there was some- thin'.
There's somethin' about the South and the air is a lot heavier and it seems like the women sweat even when they're not.
I don't know if you've ever heard rain on a tin roof or not but it's kinda tailor made for love and one day I was in the house and I was lookin' back toward the back screen door and thre she was.
Standin' there for ten minutes.
The only thing different this day is that my daddy went back there and talked to her and told her she looked pretty.
I thought the same thing but there was somethin' 'bout the look in his eye was a little different than the one I had in mine and he walked outside and they went past the crepe myrtle bush and past the well and out into the green and I walked to the back door and I watched for a long time and all I could see was trees and after a time, I really couldn't see.
They came back out and my daddy was walkin' way ahead of her and she was kinda follow- ing, almost runnin'.
He acted like he didn't want to have anything to do with her and I was wondering why.
Why would you be so happy going in and so down coming out.
I don't know.
That's what I thought then.
He didn't act like she's so pretty anymore.
Now I think I get it.
I think I've got it several times.