Back Door Man Songtext
von The Blues Project

I am the back door man
I am, Lord, the back door man
Well, the men don′t realize
But the little girls understand

Well, when everybody's out tryin′ to sleep
I'm somewhere makin' my midnight creep
I am, Lord, the back door man
Well, the men don′t realize
But the little girls understand

Oh, arrested me for murder in the first degree
Judge′s wife cried, "Let the man go free"
I am the back door man
Well, the men don't know
But the little girls know who I am


I am the back door man
I am the back door man
Well, the men don′t realize
But the little girls understand

Oh, arrested me for murder in the first degree
Judge's wife cried, "Let the man go free"
I am the back door man
Well, the men don′t realize
But the little girls understand

Oh, you men eat dinner of corn dust and beans
But I eat more chicken you men ever seen
I am, Lord, the back door man
Well, the men don't know
But the little girls know who I am

Oh, take me to the doctor, shot full of holes
The nurse cried out, "Save his soul"
I am the back door man
Well, the men don′t realize
But the little girls understand