Back Door Slam

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