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 barn dresser To heat the house once in the cold I know you, yeah, I know you Well, 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 a pew, baby, 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 Well, 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 Yeah, I know you, well, yes, I do Baby blue, I know you Well, I know that you feel bad For every bad thing that you do You got a scar in your right cheek And the fear of God embedded in you Your mother had a wooden spoon And a shamrock tattoo, baby, 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 And be sorry for your sins I know you, I know you Well, 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, say goodbye to you '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