Released in 1974, “The Door” wasn’t just another song by George Jones. It marked a significant turning point. By then, Jones was already a well-established artist, but “The Door” became his sixth number one hit on the country charts as a solo artist. It arrived after a seven-year gap since his previous solo chart-topper, “The Grand Tour,” released earlier in 1974. This period also coincided with the beginning of a fruitful collaboration with legendary producer Billy Sherrill. Sherrill, known for his “countrypolitan” sound, a blend of country instrumentation with pop sensibilities, would go on to shape some of Jones’ most iconic recordings.
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“The Door” itself is a prime example of this collaboration. The song, written by Billy Sherrill and Norro Wilson, tells the story of a man grappling with the aftermath of a failed relationship.
However, what truly elevates “The Door” is George Jones’ inimitable vocal delivery. His voice, often described as a weathered baritone, perfectly conveys the raw emotions of the song.
The song’s success wasn’t just about Jones’ vocals or the poignant lyrics. The arrangement, crafted by Sherrill, deserves its share of credit. The prominent steel guitar adds a melancholic touch, while the steady rhythm section keeps the song grounded. It’s a masterclass in building atmosphere and emotional resonance.
“The Door” stands as a testament to the enduring power of country music. It’s a song that speaks to the universal experience of love and loss, delivered with an authenticity that transcends generations.
So, put on your favorite pair of boots, pour yourself a glass of something comforting, and let George Jones take you on a journey through the heartache and hope that lies on the other side of the door.
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Lyrics
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There were times when they almost drove me crazy
But I did my best, I took it like a man
But who would think in my lonely room I’d hear it
The one sound in the world my heart can’t standTo hear that sound and to know its really over
Through tear-stained eyes I watched her walk away
And of earthquakes, storms and guns and wars
Lord, nothing has ever hurt me more than that lonely sound
The closing of the doorAnd of earthquakes, storms and guns and wars
Lord nothing has ever hurt me more than that lonely sound
The closing of the door
Harley