Back Door Slam Lyrics - Time Will Tell - Robert Cray

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 

And 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 ever clear 

I'm the crack in your ceilin' 

Thump you think you hear 

I'm a 3 a.m. phone call 

Tank of gasoline 

I'm a siren stoppin' 

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