I was born in the back seat
Of a travellin' hurricane
I came up in the back streets
The city with no nameI was raised on trouble
Rock when I should roll
I never could control it
And I can't be controlledI am what I am
I am the back door slamWhen I walk down the streets
The streetlights go out
When I drive through your town
The dogs start to howlAnd I stand in the shadows
Sparks are in my hair
When I open up my mouth
My voice fills the airI am what I am
I am the back door slamPeople say
I'm charming
People say
I'm alarmingPeople can feel
The disturbance around me
I don't care
What they say they seeI'm the dust in your broom
100 proof ever clear
I'm the crack in your ceilin'
Thump you think you hearI'm a 3 a.m. phone call
Tank of gasoline
I'm a siren stoppin'
At the end of your streetI am what I am
I am the back door slamPeople say
Strange
People say
I'm dangerousPeople can feel
That a deal was struck
Save my soul
And make my own luckI was born in the city
A city with no shame
And when I play guitar
They all know my nameI am what I am
I am the back door slamI am what I am
I am the back door slam
Songwriters
HAYES, HAYESPublished by
Lyrics © BOB-A-LEW SONGS