Back Door

Late one night after a show
A pretty young lady came by smilin’ low
And I could plainly see she had a look of love in her eyes

Well I felt I had nothin’ to lose
Since I came down with the “no invitation blues”
And if there’s one thing I hate, you know I hate to refuse

The ride was real fine back to her place
And as my eyes fell slowly down from her face
I noticed something big, shiny and bright

On her hand was this diamond ring
Forty of the biggest carats I had ever seen
And it quickly raised a question to my mind

And I said, ”woman is there a backdoor to this place”?
Cause in the morning I don’t want to see your man’s face
I said, “shut out the lights and lock the doors
You know I wish you wouldn’t tell me ‘bout his forty-four”
Hey woman is there a backdoor to this place?

I figured that I’d play it cool
You know I didn’t want to be in the late late news
So I did what I had to do and then I headed for the door

Well wouldn’t you know that right about then
I could hear the key of her old man
So I retraced my steps and made my exit for that backdoor

I said, “open that door so I can run for my life
Thank you for the evenin’ y’know it’s really been nice
Take good care of your health and may we never meet again”

Well I was up there singin’ next night at the show
And who should I see in the very first row
But the smilin’ little lady and her big old man

And I said, ”woman is there a backdoor to this place”?
Cause in the morning I don’t want to see your man’s face
I said, “shut out the lights and lock the doors
You know I wish you wouldn’t tell me ‘bout his forty-four”
Hey woman is there a backdoor to this place?