David John Ricci - Back Door Man

I cm, Your...
Back Door Man
(Back Door Man)
I cm, Your...
Back Door Man
(Back Door Man)
What the men don't know,
Well the Pretty Girls Understand.

When everybody's tryin' to sleep
I'm somewhere making my, midnight creep
Yes in the morning, when the rooster crow
Something tell me, I got to go

I cm, Your...
Back Door Man
(Back Door Man)
I cm, Your...
Back Door Man
(Back Door Man)
What the men don't know,
Well the Pretty Girls Understand.

They, take me to the doctor, shot full o' holes
Nurse cried, please save the soul
Killed him for murder, first degree
Judge's wife cried, let the man go free

I cm, Your...
Back Door Man
(Back Door Man)
I cm, Your...
Back Door Man
(Back Door Man)
What the men don't know,
Well the Pretty Girls Understand.

cccused of Murder in the First Degree,
The Judges Wife Cried honey, let that man go free,
cll the Wives cried,
""Honey, Don't take don't him down!
I'd rather be Six feet underground.""

I cm, Your...
Back Door Man
(Back Door Man)
I cm, Your...
Back Door Man
(Back Door Man)
What the men don't know,
Well the Pretty Girls Understand.


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Back Door Man
(Back Door Man)

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Back Door Man
(Back Door Man)
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Back Door Man
(Back Door Man)

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Back Door Man
(Back Door Man)

Written by:
Willie Dixon

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