Let,s see. 1956. I was a Nine year old boy growing up in Little Italy in Washington, D.C. Well my Daddy ( God rest his Soul) being the old timer that he was liked this song a lot. And I have heard my fair share many times. And I like this song a lot myself. Beautiful memories of better days gone by.
First heard this on the radio in a passenger compartment of the San Francisco Chief, November 1956, overnight train
trip from Amarillo to Chicago. Atchison, Topeka & Santa Fe priced the round trip fare at $62. per head ( about half that
to ride in a chair car) Domed glass topped observation car had a full-time bar tender and cocktail waitress. We lived
our lives at a slower tempo back then and enjoyed each day more than now in my opinion.
Midnight, one more night without sleeping
Watching till the morning comes creeping
Green door, what's that secret you're keeping?
There's an old piano
And they play it hot behind the green door
Don't know what they're doing
But they laugh a lot behind the green door
Wish they'd let me in so I could find out
What's behind the green door
Knocked once, tried to tell them I'd been there
Door slammed, hospitality's thin there
Wonder just what's going on in there
Saw an eyeball peeping through a smoky cloud behind the green door
When I said "Joe sent me"
Someone laughed out loud behind the green door
All I want to do is join the happy crowd behind the green door
Midnight, one more night without sleeping
Watching till the morning comes creeping
Green door, what's that secret you're keeping?
Green door, what's that secret you're keeping?
Green door