Lyric Check Your Tears At The Door

Here is the lyrics to Check your Tears at the Door:

              All my friends are crying, but do they cry for me?
              For I m standing at the pearly gates,
              With centuries ahead of me
              Don t cry for me I m happy, I m finally back home
              I talked to Houdini yesterday
              And my father s father s mom
              Oh I m back home, so check your tears at the door
              Oh I m back home, so check your..

              The morning in the morning, sulking in the afternoon
              Just pick up your head and laugh so hard
              It echoes around the globe
               Cause I m not coming back, but someday you ll be here
              So I ll just wait as they waited for me
              And we ll sing that song and cheer
              Oh I m back home, so check your tears at the door
              Oh I m back home, so check your...

              It s the little things that I remember best
              Not the holidays or the ways in the days
              that you walked by my door
              But sitting in front of the tv holding hands
              Sitting in the kitchen making all of our plans
              Whoa...Whoa...Whoa...

              I ve got so much to learn here
              Don t worry about me I m fine
              Just check your tears at the door
              When you leave, and get on with your life
              Oh I m back home, so check your tears at the door
              Oh I m back home, so check your tears at the door
              Stop tugging on my soul, and check your....
                     Tears at the door.........


                                          Sam White
                                          c2mxwhi@fre.fsu.umd.edu

                            Now if it deemed necessary that I should
                            forfeit my life for the
                            furtherance of the ends of
                            justice, and mingle my blood with
                            the blood of my children, and with
                            the blood of millions in this
                            slave-holding country whose rights
                            are disregarded by wicked, cruel,
                            and unjust enactments, I say let
                            it be done.

                                   John Brown