Back Door Slam Songtext
von Robert Cray

I was born in the back seat of a travellin′ hurricane
I came up in the backstreets, 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
But I′ll 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, a hundred proof ever clear
I'm the crack in your ceiling, thump you think you hear
I′m a 3 a.m. 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