Robert Cray - Back Door Slam lyrics

I was born in the back seat Of a travellin' hurricane I came up in the back streets The city with no name I was raised on trouble Rock when I should roll I never could control it And I can't be controlled I am what I am I am the back door slam When I walk down the streets The streetlights go out When I drive through your town The dogs start to howl I stand in the shadows Sparks are in my hair When i open up my mouth My voice fills the air I am what I am I am the back door slam People say I'm charming People say I'm alarming People can feel The disturbance around me I don't care what they say they see I'm the dust in your broom 100 proof everclear I'm the crack in your ceiling Thump you think you hear I'm a 3am phone call Tank of gasoline I'm a siren stopping At the end of your street I am what I am I am the back door slam People say Strange People say I'm dangerous People can feel That a deal was struck Save my soul and Make my own luck I was born in the city A city with no shame And when I play guitar They all know my name I am what I am I am the back door slam I am what I am I am the back door slam