I Know You

You never woke up beside a stranger

But you never spent the night alone

In your jacket is a flask of Southern Comfort

In your pocket you got a comb,

I know you - I know you.

You've been pushed right to the limit

Lived on a lonesome road

Chopped up an old pine dresser

To heat the house once in the cold,

I know you - I know you.

D.H. Lawrence would be your favorite poet

If you thought poetry was cool

You have too much pride to be a thief

And just enough gut to be a fool,

Baby I know you, I know you.

I know where you go when you want to be alone

I know just how hard you work

And how much money you bring home

You love the sound of church bells

But you hate sitting in the pew,

Baby, I know you.

I know the sound of your thunder

And I know the smell of your rain

I know every time you walk out that door

You might stumble back in it again,

I know you - I know you.

I know that you feel bad

For every bad thing that you do

You got a scar on your right cheek

And the fear of God embedded in you

Your mother had a wooden spoon

And a shamrock tattoo,

Yes I do baby blue, I know you.

Well, no other woman's gonna feel beneath

The skin that you are in

No other woman's gonna read your mind

Or be sorry for your sins,

I know you - I know you.

I know what you look like just before you cry

I know how to make you sick

And I know how to make you die

The only thing I could never do

Is let you say goodbye,

Cause I know you - I know you.

You never woke up beside a stranger

But you never spent the night alone

In your jacket is a flask of Southern Comfort

In your pocket you got a comb....