You Don't Know Me

Well I ain't the kind to sip on fancy wine

That high-class sort of living ain't on my mind

Got no worries about what people say

Ain't gonna turn my skies from blue to grey

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I might get up in the morning

I might sleep 'til the afternoon

I might howl at the moon all night

I might whistle a sad old tune

You can think just want you want to think

And it ain't gonna make me blue

You might know everybody

But you don't know me

Well the money I got in my pocket

Just a couple of dollars in change

I'm ain't worried about the New York Stock Exchange

Don't need no politician

Telling me what to be

Telling me what to watch on my tv

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Well people might try to tell me

Son what you're doing ain't right

You can't be playing that guitar every night

But my daddy he once told me son

You gotta do it if it feels good

If you die doing what you love

Then you've done what you should

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You might know everybody

But you don't know me