Back Door Man (Fillmore 1968)

I am a back door man

I am a back door man

You know the men don't know

But the little girls understand

Late at night when you're trying to sleep

I'm somewhere making my midnight creep

Every morning when the rooster crows

Something tells me, Lord, I got to go

I am a back door man

I am a back door man

You know the men don't know

But the little girls understand

Took me to the doctor, shot full of holes

Nurse, she cried, won't you please save his soul

They booked a man for murder in the first degree

Judge's wife cried, let the man go free

I am a back door man

I am a back door man

You know the men don't know

But the little girls understand

Then the cop's wife cried, oh, don't you take him down

I'd rather see him dead, six feet in the ground

When you get home, you can eat your pork and beans

I eat more chicken than any man ever seen

I am a back door man

I am a back door man

You know the men don't know

But the little girls understand