Lyrics Back Door Blues - Joe Stone

I'm gonna buy me a little red rooster mama, tie him at my back door
I'm gonna buy me a little red rooster, tie him at my back door
So when the street sweep be passin' by he will flop his little wings and crow

I'm gon' buy me a bulldog 'cause my pistol's number forty one
I'm gon' buy me a bulldog 'cause my pistol number forty one
I'm gon' shoot you if you stand still mama, I got a doggone dog to catch you if you run

Catch the big boat at the graveyard, I'm going back to New Orleans
Catch the big boat at the graveyard, yard I'm going back to New Orleans
Because ridin' on the water mama seem just like a kinda dream

Soon to be buried in the river mama, than to buried in a hollow log
Soon to be buried in the river mama, buried in a hollow log
'Cause I got a no good faro, and she treat me just like I am a dog

When I leave this time mama, please don't hang no hand crepe on my door
When I leave this time mama, don't hang no hand crepe on my door
Because I won't be dead, but I ain't comin' back here no more

I'm as blue this morning mama, just as blue as any man can be
I'm as blue this morning mama, blue as any man can be
And I'm wonderin' why mama, that you can't get along with me