Lyrics Back Door Slam - The Robert Cray Band
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
[CHORUS]
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
[CHORUS]
I
am
what
I
am
I
am
the
back
door
slam
[Bridge]
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
[CHORUS]
I
am
what
I
am
I
am
the
back
door
slam
[SOLO]
[Bridge]
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
[CHORUS]
I
am
what
I
am
I
am
the
back
door
slam
I
am
what
I
am
I
am
the
back
door
slam
[SOLO]
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