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Thu, 24.09.2009

BACK DOOR STRANGER Written by Brownie McGhee.

My baby she done somethin, never done before
When I come home, had a pail up on the floor
Won’t you tell me woman, who’s that left here while ago?
When I come home, who’s that went out my back door?

Well it must have been a stranger, he did not understand
Went out my back door, padlock in his hand
Now won’t you tell me woman, who’s that left here while ago?
When I come home, who’s that went out my back door?

Well I ain’t gonna use no ice, gon’ buy me a frigidaire

Know that’ll keep the ice man away from here
Now won’t you tell me woman, who’s that left here while ago?
When I co

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